The other day someone fed me. I liked it. As much as I absolutely love food, I absolutely love words of encouragement even more. Yes, even more than Pizza Hut's Pan Pizza Supreme or chicken alfredo. Someone gave me the gift of words. As she began talking I felt myself leaning in. I felt like the baby bird with wide open mouth receiving nourishment from the mommy bird. I gulped in the nourishing words, mentally fixating on them so I could bring them to rememberance at will. It was almost like saving the last square of chocolate or frosted brownie in a baggie for later.
Words...they are the best! I knew I liked words when as a third or fourth grader I played school and created my own attendance list to call. I have never forgotten one of the names on the list - Dee Ereatameme. Impressed? Maybe not. But I remember wanting to play with the long e sound and create a name that did that. Dee Ereatameme! Yep, gotta love the long e sound.
Words...I also remember seeing a sign once while on vacation. It said "Womphoppers." Now remember, I was young. Anyhow, I remember saying that word over and over again with my little sister, Jewel, as we thought of all the ways it could be pronounced. We giggled so hard our stomachs hurt. And just when we thought we had exhausted the humor in that word, one of us would say it again and we'd both burst out laughing once more.
I should have known then that I had a fascination with words, their meanings and the way they sounded as they rolled off my tongue.
The other day I was reminded of that. Only this time it wasn't the way they rolled off someone's tongue as much as the way they reached down deeply, flooding me with warmth, coziness and light in every part.
"The lips of the righteous feed many" and that moment I was given a smorgasboard. Thanks Vicky!
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