We are creators. God makers. World destroyers. Love bringers and life takers.
We deal with words like a money counter deals with coins. Sometimes I think we are like Scrooge McDuck, except we dive into mountains of words instead of gold. We put them together by the thousands, hundreds of thousands. So why should three little words have such a profound effect on us personally?
Three little words we need to say. We dream about the time when we will whisper them and feel contentment in our souls for having done so. I confess I have wished for this moment with every fiber of my being. Longing for completion and yet wondering if it’s even possible. What if it’s too late for me? What if it was never meant to be? What if it only leads to rejection and pain? Is it worth even trying?
Three little words. How can they have so much power over us?
And yet, I want to share this with all of you have stood by me through the trials. You’ve listened to me whining and complaining. You’ve listened to the stories and read between the lines.
I wondered, when I realized the truth, if I should whisper it softly as a butterfly kiss or shout it from the rooftops. Perhaps I will just say the words and smile softly at haven spoken them.
So, yes. It’s true. I didn’t think at times I would ever feel this, but I can at last speak the words and move on to the next step in my life.
Yes, my friends.
That sucker’s done!