A word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver. --Proverbs 25:11

Growing up, words from my mother had a stifling effect. "Don't smile . . . your gums will show." "Don't talk . . .you will say something inappropriate." "Don't sing . . . you can't carry a tune because your father and I can't sing." "Be perfect." "Don't disgrace me." "Be quiet." My self-esteem died before puberty. Even though I am a great-grandmother, these phrases still haunt me. I can't predict when the childhood tape will replay but my mother's words still influence the words I choose for others.

Other people's words inspired me. A schoolteacher, who had just returned from high school graduation, told me I could become the class valedictorian. And five years later, I did. In my thirties, the family lawyer, while helping me close my parents' estates, told me our family would survive tough economic times, because we were self-sufficient and independent. I believed him, and we did.

A girl from my hometown and I have stayed in touch, even though we live hundreds of miles apart. As part of my seasonal communication, I always send her a copy of my Christmas story. She encourages me by saying she eagerly anticipates each one. Today, she continues to be an audience for my written words. We remain emotionally connected through our commonalities of faith, family and friends. Last year, she wrote me a letter and shared an essay about her role model. In great detail, she described how I had been, am, and continue to be that person in her life. "Thank you for what you have given me: confidence in my abilities, belief in my dreams, hope in my future and joy for the day. These are gifts I treasure. And may God continue to bless you and keep you in His care . . . all the days of your life." I had been so unaware of the power of my words, spoken and written, through our forty-year journey. Her words surprised and encouraged me.

Comforting others soothes my soul as well. When God prompts my spirit, I write a note or speak the word to affirm those around me. I want to be a messenger of hope to: my unwed pregnant granddaughter, the young wife whose husband left her with six kids and a mortgage, the husband whose wife died at 57 from dementia, the friend whose father died of a massive heart attack in her living room, and my husband who has osteoporosis and chronic pain. I pray my words will be like apples of gold to the people in my life.

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