Sometimes I wonder what words of mine rumble around in other people’s heads. I know there are words and situations that pop up for me even when it has been years after they happened or sometimes they’re from last week. Some are fun, happy memories and others leave me with that pit in my stomach feel of not knowing how they could say that or not say anything. They remind me to speak as kindly as I can because words stick. I know I have fallen short and I get to choose what to do with the words from others. I am invited into doing the work of forgiveness and the practice of clinging to the words from the Lord—He gets the final say.