Yesterday was Book Club day. Oh, how I love that. We gather once a month, they're my neighbors, friends, and daughter. Young and old together, with our warm drinks cupped in our hand, the occasional child or baby running/crawling through. Our love of books, take us on journeys all over the world, through different times, and cultures, joys, grief, sorrows, struggles,laughter and pain. Through them we share our opinions on marriage and motherhood, womenhood, civil rights, disease, poverty and injustice, prejudice and politics, courage and fear. We learn from each other, laugh and sometimes cry, and share our personal histories. I never cease to be amazed at the richness that dwells within women, when they are given the opportunity to sit relax and stay awhile.

This week, after studing in the book of Esther, I have been thinking alot about the power of words. In this particular story, Kings speak, and entire cultures of peoples lives are change, and not always with a lot of forethought from the one who wields these incredible powers. I think it's often easy to not take seriously, what comes out of our mouth. Because, words are invisible, we don't see how they land on people and make impact. I'm trying to picture the words coming out of my mouth now, as living entities, landing upon the hearer, whether physical or spiritual, making an impact, spreading a mood, bringing either light, life and love, or anger, harm and destruction. Speaker and listener take note.