The Final Chapter
Are you like me when you join a new group of people? Do you navigate the crowd wondering where you fit in the best? I felt insecure when I joined Word Weavers, a Christian writing group in our town. Liz and Tony welcomed me with their accepting smiles. It meant a lot.
I sat with Liz in a small critique group one week. I leaned in close so we could share a writer’s paper together. She mentioned she would passively kick back and listen because she felt sick that day. Tony kept his eye on her walking over with a plate of cookies and a hug for his wife. But Liz did not eat.
Last week, Liz passed away. I attended the memorial service where I learned that Liz was a dreamer and fought for her dreams up to the very end! Liz’s dream, her third book Jamie, came true. The publisher approved her manuscript and moved heaven and earth to get the story printed in book form and delivered to Liz. Encouraging family and friends surrounded the bedside and watched Liz clutch her book to her breast as she whispered: “I hope this book brings healing and forgiveness to all who read it.”
My Words are like Silver Boxes with a Bow on Top.
Years ago I listened to an inspiring message by Florence Littauer called Silver Boxes. The heart of the message, from Ephesians 4:29, teaches that our words have power and meaning. We choose! Will we encourage others with our uplifting words or put them down with our negative ones? Florence suggested we view our encouraging words as a gift placed in a silver box wrapped with a bow.
My favorite part of Florence’s message teaches me that dreams come true, but not easily. When others invest in our dream by encouraging us not to give up but keep believing, we all celebrate the prize. That’s what happened for Liz.
Today I weigh my words. May they be full of encouragement to those around me. May my words be like a silver box with a bow on top given as a present so that those lives I touch may never die with their dream still inside of them.
What do you dream about?