I honestly don’t know why I try to go to coffee shops to try to get work done, because I just get distracted by observations.
Overwhelmed by them, even.
I’m sitting in a Starbucks this morning with my back against the wall, facing the room of people. No one here is alone except me, and they are all middle-aged women meeting for coffee dates.
Interesting, in and of itself. I feel young, and a little lonely.
So I listen enough to catch a word or two – glimpses of conversation in a hectic room.
And these women, they gossip. They talk about their husbands or the choices their kids are making, they tell long dramatic stories. And they complain, oh my goodness, do they complain!
I just wonder why our words find their focus on tearing others and ourselves down.
Is it just easier? Is there fulfillment in it?
Maybe I sound judgmental… I’m not trying to be, really. Because, while I may not have a husband or kids to complain about, my conversations can reflect the very same attitude.
The thing is, the words we choose to use and the attitudes we walk into a room with have an incredible amount of power!
I was reminded of a verse while I have been sitting here and it seems worth reflecting on:
Gracious words are like a honeycomb,
sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.”
Words that have power? Words that are sweet?
Encouraging, pleasant words bring enjoyment and health to the person in front of you.
Why aren’t these the words you and I are always making use of in our conversations?
I think I want more of that and less of the gossip, the complaining, the tearing myself and others down.
I hope you might, too.