To edify means to build up.
We can edify by means of words or actions.
The activities of the last week have made a tremendous impact on me.
I have made a conscious choice to be aware of what comes out of my mouth and to really listen to other people’s meaning.
Not only in my house, but out-of-the-house, and online.
Why do I mention online?
It’s funny you should ask. As it turns out, I, having spent most of this election season writing about Fall and Pinterest and Dogs with Low Self-Esteem, found myself at a blog which attacked the political party I belong to and lumped all members of the party with racist bigotry, ignorance, hatred, and evil.
The post wasn’t characteristic of the quality of writing the blogger is FAMOUS for. She received a lot of positive encouragement.
I was hurt and that was her intention.
I am became convinced at that point that I would never be found behaving in such a way, and that I would study to be a voice for honor, if I have failed to be one up until now. In the three years I have been blogging, I have not been so disappointed in someone whose work I had admired so much. I now understand better (okay, I am hungry and I wrote the word butter three time before I finally wrote better) a disappointment I experienced early on. And may seek to mend a fence the other blogger doesn’t know or care was broken.
I wrote a much needed email to a blogger who inspires me.
I called to communicate by spoken word with someone I was getting more and more frustrated with by email. We parted excited to meet and with a much better understanding of each other as persons.
I lost my temper, and had to take responsibility for why I did that. Unmet expectations drove my little tantrum. And the the realization that that causes almost all conflict and it’s a very human trap. Because we don’t keep a list of our expectations that have been met or exceeded.
Should I begin such a list?
Suddenly I began to notice all sorts of ways we build each other up and make our preferences known and fail to give all the information necessary. I’ve begun to realize the ways we evade understanding to avoid responsibility. Not necessarily me, but by observation of what’s going on around me. Then I begin to wonder if I do it too. Usually, I do, just in a different way.
It’s as easy to learn from someone else’s mistakes, as it is to learn from their good example.
This combination of experiences is making a huge impact on everything. It glows like inspiration from my heart, and as if by magic, my daughter is aware and testing my resolve.
Words can hurt, but words can heal.
They can build a bridge or just throw the bricks and slide around in the mortar.
If I am going to build something, that’s a luxury I can’t afford.