Little Words mean a Lot

  • By Trish Berg
  • October 5, 2011
  • 299
                        
Struggling with loads of laundry, clutter in the kitchen and chaos in your life? Stress can easily steal our joy. Trish Berg reminds us to simplify the small stuff and find Joy in the Journey. To say that I am a fan of words is an understatement. I am a communicator and I use words a lot. My husband word testify to that. And when words are spoken to me, they soak into my soul. Words are definitely my love language, and over my lifetime I have learned that sometimes, it is the simple little words that mean the most. I love great big, unique words like elucidate, picturesque and luminosity. But as much as I love unique words, it is the simple little worlds that have changed my life, broken my heart, blessed my soul and made me who I am today. "I love you" are some of the simplest words that have ever been spoken, yet probably the most important words we can ever share or hear. My mom told me that every day when I was little, and I know they soaked into my soul and I still feel them today. When the doctor told me "It's broken," I knew that my ankle would keep me from playing on the varsity basketball team for the rest of my freshman season. "Break up" definitely broke my heart when my high school sweetheart turned out to be not so sweet. "Come home" was soon met with "of course," as my mom welcomed me home again when I dropped out of Allegheny College and moved back home. "Hi" was the first thing Mike said to me when I met him at Baldwin-Wallace College in, of all places, a statistics class, and that tiny little two letter word began a lifetime of love. On a cool autumn night in 1989, the "I love you" he whispered in my ear had to be the sweetest words I have ever heard. That was until two years later when he followed those little words with "Marry me." And my "yes" had to be the smallest word I have ever spoken with the biggest meaning, three little letters that changed the direction of my life forever. Of course, as a mom I was blessed to hear "It's a girl," three times over, and one "It's a boy" that surprised me beyond belief. And in 1997, I got a phone call telling me "He's gone," and I was forced to say goodbye to my dad who died before I had really figured out how to love my dad. “Ouch” is a small word that makes me come running as a mom and “Amen” ends all my prayers to my Lord. “Goodbye” is never easy to hear no matter who is saying it, and “I have never quite understood how to say it well. All these simple little words make up the mosaic of my life, all the colors, shades, joy and sorrow wrapped up in tiny little letters strung together to have meaning. To say that words are important to me is an understatement. I love words. Words of all kinds. Big and little words alike. But it is the simple little words that have changed my life, broken my heart and blessed my soul. And the "I love you," that comes from above has changed me even more than that.


Loading next article...

End of content

No more pages to load