The town was bustling for the annual Palisade Peach Festival. David and I found an outdoor cafe away from the crowd. Basking in the sun, I slid my fingers between his. “Thank you for letting me drag you to the altar,” I teased. David had not wanted a big wedding ceremony—his wish was to elope—but I desired a grand celebration. So we settled on a big wedding. But not without some coaxing.
He looked at me with sincerity, “That day, almost twenty-eight years ago—the moment you stepped into the church—you took my breath away. You were absolutely stunning. That image of you is burnt into my memory. And I’m so glad you said yes.”
His words overflowed from my heart and welled in my eyes. And I melted onto the pavement.
David doesn’t engage in meaningless talk—his words are thoughtful and full of depth. Even when he has hard truths to convey.
After a lunch of reminiscing, we headed to the festival. On our walk there, I thought about the power of our words. How scripture says that the tongue has the power of life and death. I thought about all the times I’ve used my words to get the final say, drive home my point, or to fill in dead space. I reflected on how I should speak…or not speak at all, and how to be more life-giving.
On the drive home, I wanted to tell him that I love him. But there seemed to be no words to completely express what I felt. So I simply put my hand on his arm and we drove in silence. Saying nothing, said it all.
Kind words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body. Proverbs 16:24