" Words are the voice of the heart "-ConfuciusWords are powerful. Words can lift us. Words can wound us. Words can express a dream, describe concepts, words can rouse us into action. When babies speak their first words, we are delighted in how clever they are. As time goes by, we are proud at how articulate they become. Words are so much more than I can describe here. Saturday, I spoke to a friend and she was hurt. It wasn't a physical pain it was an emotional one. She was hurt by words. She said her brother uses words to cut down and humiliate everyone including his children. He is verbally abusive to them. I felt an immediate sadness. It's devastating to a child to hear that they are unwanted and worthless. When she tried to explain this to him, it fell on deaf ears. I don't understand it. She doesn't understand it either. To me words are a gift. To me my sons are everything. I tell my sons how proud they make me. I tell them that I love them. I don't tip toe with my words, my words are powerful and they leave prints in their soul. My sons know they are my universe. They know they hold my heart. They feel it, they live it, everyday, always.