Thank you dad for teaching me about the power of words
Words are powerful. In many instances, the declarations you make have a strange way of evolving into truth. Much of it has to do with repetition. Basically, the mind will eventually accept a consistently stated forecast as a person’s ultimate destiny. But there’s another aspect of how words impact life that is a bit more difficult to diagnose. It can be best summed up as divine intervention.
Within the Holy Bible, in the book of Proverbs to be exact, there’s a reference to how life revolves around what is spoken. It goes as follows: Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet for the soul, and health to the bones.
So on multiple levels, I’ve learned to monitor what I say in relation to what lies ahead.
The principle of speaking positive occurrences and life-changing accomplishments into existence was introduced to me by my father. Mr. Moyé was a huge advocate of being confident, determined, hard-working, and speaking aloud what it is that you desired.
To this day one of my pet peeves is being around a pessimistic person who spews nonsense about all the bad that could unfold. Being annoyed by the venom which negative people deliver is a direct result of my father’s style of parenting. As a youth, he’d chastise me any time I spoke in a manner which would potentially undermine my future.
The moments when he’d hear me speak in a defeated manner or see that I had assumed a downtrodden demeanor, Mr. Moyé would sternly ask, “You ain’t no punk … are you?” As I ponder over my childhood, I now realize that Mr. Moyé believed in my abilities to obtain success years before I began to show signs of being a responsible individual.
Never once did he tell the children of his household that we weren’t capable of something. Mr. Moyé thought the world of my sister and I.
He showcased his adoration not with material possessions, but by speaking words of affirmation into our lives. To his credit, my sister and I are enjoying life exactly as he told us we were capable of doing. By no means is it a coincidence. My father set a standard of excellence for his children in numerous ways, including the predicting of an education level and career satisfaction that neither he nor Mrs. Moyé reached.
On a regular basis, I thank God for the blessings He has placed in my life. Among those blessings is my earthly father who helped me become the man I am today. My father’s efforts to constantly place words of encouragement in my mind have proven to be worth there weight in gold.
Sadly, he passed away in early 2000. He’s not here to physically experience how his vision has come to fruition.
However, both my sister and I are determined to live right, work hard, and be confident; basically existing in a way which would make Daddy proud.
Happy Father’s Day, Mr. Moyé. You are truly missed.
(Kev Moyé is a sports writer for the News-Times. Follow him on Twitter @Moye06. He can be contacted via e-mail at kevmoye@yahoo.com)