By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
As a writer, I spend a lot of time looking at words and how similar one can be to another, such as rapid and rabid. One letter can make all the difference.
In my novels, do characters whimper or whisper?
Do they pick up a glove or a globe?
In our daily lives, are we uniformed or uninformed?
Do we inhibit or inhabit?
Words are wiggly little things. The arrangement of letters can create quite a stir:
Compliant, complaint. Untied or united.
You may cringe at the middle school reminder of the “parts of speech,” but if you use a word as a verb (action word) it might also work as a noun (thing) in a different setting:
Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
Those little marks between the letters also have the ability to change the meaning of a sentence:
What do I have left to write? What do I have, left to right?
Woman without her man is nothing.
Woman: without her, man is nothing.
So often, it is the small, seemingly insignificant thing that makes a huge difference in our world.
Do you ever feel that you are small and insignificant in God’s view? Do you see yourself as unimportant in the scheme of life? You may feel inconsequential, but you’re not. You make more of a difference than you think.
How would someone lift food to his mouth without an elbow? How would someone run a race without a knee? Balance without toes?
Never underestimate the call of God on your life. He has a purpose for each and every one of us. Get close enough to Him to find out what it is, quiet enough to hear His voice.
He will tell you.
And remember, it’s a very small mark on the paper that makes the difference between a lie and a life.
He told them another parable:
“The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed,
which a man took and planted in his field.
Though it is the smallest of all seeds, yet when it grows,
it is the largest of garden plants and becomes a tree,
so that the birds come and perch in its branches.”
“Please forgive my forwardness in light of William’s recent home-going,” the parson said, “but this enquiry came to me early last fall, and ever since William’s service, you have come to mind each time I’ve run across it in my desk.”
He held out the folded paper.
Etta stared at it as if it were a snake coiled to strike. Another debt of William’s?
He inched it closer. “If you don’t mind, I’d like you to read it while I wait so we can discuss it.”
More money lenders or creditors? She could not bear another burden, regardless how small or insignificant. Mindful of the slight tremor in her hand, she took the letter and quickly pressed it against her lap. “If this is another of William’s financial indiscretions, I simply—”
“Please, Mrs. Collier.” The parson leaned forward in his chair, compassion softening his features. “Just read it.” ~Mail-order Misfire
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