My Word

I was humbled today when someone I've first met about a month ago said that I am a man of integrity. A humbling and reassuring compliment. That got me thinking about my word (as in, "being a man of my word").

I briefly reflect on how I use my word. I write words to work, create, and to express daily gratitude. I speak words when I act or tell a story. I talk of what I have done, what I am doing, and what I will do. I verbally react to the world around me, for good or for ill. I use my word to create my own limits when I say, "My word is my bond." I love words, and I often play with them (those who know me know of my affinity to puns, because they're awesome and clever). I am constantly fascinated by language, which makes me grateful for the way I can use language positively.

I believe that God brought me here to earth, and has given me a lifetime to act—and speak—according to the dictates of my own conscience. I am grateful to have my word.