THE POWER OF WORDS
Last week was the first week of school holidays and we had the wonderful opportunity of spending it in Thredbo! Although we thought it would be a little too early for snow, we actually got to see some right at the top of Mount Kosciuszko. This is a photo of my hubby and I with a glimpse of snow on the peak behind us….
It was absolutely freezing, but we had a lovely warm fireplace in our chalet, which we looked forward to each evening after our fun-filled (albeit icy cold) days out….
We went with my brother and his family, and my sister-in-law happens to be a great cook. So we enjoyed delicious home-cooked meals each night….
And there was a whole lot of fun to be had! There was swimming (only for the brave kids who didn’t mind venturing back out into the freezing cold afterwards)…
Bobsledding…..
Chairlift riding….
Snow fighting….
Nature appreciating….
Appreciating each other…..
And of course, lots more food appreciating! I brought along a Mango & Coconut Bread, which I baked just before we left. It was a hit, so I’ll share the recipe for you to try….
Mango & Coconut Bread
400ml natural or berry-flavoured yoghurt (I use berry)
1 tsp bicarbonate soda
125g unsalted butter, melted
1 cup xylitol (natural sweetener) or castor sugar
2 free range eggs, lightly beaten
2 cups self-raising flour
1 tsp baking powder
1 tsp ground cinnamon
1/2 cup dessicated coconut
2-3 mangoes, flesh only, mashed (or the equivalent of 3 mangoes from a can)
Grease and line a loaf tin & preheat oven to 140 degrees celsius.
In a large bowl, mix the yoghurt and bicarbonate soda and let stand for 5 minutes.
Add flour, baking powder and cinnamon.
Stir in melted butter, sugar and eggs. Stir gently and don’t over mix.
Add mashed mangoes and coconut and mix. Pour into loaf tin and bake for approximately 1 1/2 hours (testing with a skewer, you can bake for longer if required).
It was wonderful to spend a whole week of quality time together, with lots of late nights playing cards, watching movies or just hanging out talking. As is often the case on holidays, the talking involved the use of mainly positive words, in a relaxed and jovial tone. The reason I mention this is because on the Sunday before we left for our holiday, I was reminded at Church of an old saying, “sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me”. The preacher was speaking about the power of words, and the misconception that words cannot hurt.
Being a lover of words from way back, I’ve always been aware of their amazing power. Both the spoken word and the written word are powerful, but I believe the spoken word is also fraught with danger. At least with the written word, we have time to think about what we are writing. We can delete what we say if it’s hurtful or offensive or rude. Not so with the spoken word however.
Once a word is spoken it cannot be erased. If we say something that is not very nice, it’s out there. It’s been said. We can apologise for it, but we can’t actually take it back. That’s why I believe it’s so important to take a moment to think before we speak. This is something I hope to become really good at as time goes on. I think I’ve improved with age, but I know I still have a way to go.
There is a Bible verse that speaks about the tongue as follows:
“If you could find someone whose speech was perfectly true, you’d have a perfect person, in perfect control of life.
A bit in the mouth of a horse controls the whole horse. A small rudder on a huge ship in the hands of a skilled captain sets a course in the face of the strongest winds. A word out of your mouth may seem of no account, but it can accomplish nearly anything—or destroy it!