Our Words Carry Weight

Can you imagine if the things you said to someone or the promises you made were measured in pounds?

What would your weight be for the last week/month? And what if those words were measured against how your actions fell in line with the words and the weight was doubled? Or tripled depending on the severity of the things we utter…ed.

What if you had an accountability partner that you had to report to and that person monitored your daily baggage? Would that change us? Would it make us more aware of how the things we say affect people? Aware of how people depend on us and our stability and our intentions?

Think of the things you hold dear to your heart that have been said to you…the things that catch you off guard, that pop into your head and make your heart pitter patter, the things that made you feel loved and special. The ones that affirmed and conveyed affection. The ones you revert back to in a moment of insecurity or vulnerability.

Now, think of the promises that were made that were unfulfilled, the ones that steal your breath, make your eyes fill with tears and the lump appear in your throat. The ones you wanted so badly to come true. The ones you wanted the other person to regard the same way you did. The ones with future plans attached to them. The ones you can never erase.

Now think about which ones you remember more? Which ones haunt you? The ones where you are affirmed or the ones that left you wondering what part you played in the demise? I think human nature is to try and rationalize why we say things we don’t mean. Why we say things that cancel out the love we’ve uttered in the past. I think our selfishness controls most of us and overrides our words and actions.

But the weight….what if we had to carry that around for everyone to see? Would we be more conscious? Would we consider the ones we’re talking to and consider the weight of our words to them? Whether they uplift or tear down? Whether they will remember with love or tears who we were to them? Would we be more careful with our own hearts and others?

If communication is a key to a relationship then intent with our words is the lock that turns to open the door to light or darkness and the weight we are responsible for is directly proportionate to the absence of either of those.

I’m pretty sure my albatross would be in the double digits….what about yours?

~Elissa Renee Shelton

Reshare from 2015 Archives

Only One Choice

Only one choice

One brave decision

She had it in her

He said she did not

Anxiety ruled her life 

Numb of all the lies

The shadows of his demons

Unanswered questions

The pain of abuse

Not seen by the onlookers

It left deep scars

Her face exposed her journey

Of dreams of happily ever after

That went up in flames

Of two broken people…

One braver than the other

Who gave her heart permission

To explore what he feared most

Her sanity 

Her healing

To breathe and live again…

Alone with no direction

Her scariest adventure 

She chose to choose herself…

— Ebigale Wilson



Sacred Moments

Recently I was praying for one of my spiritual daughters who came to me for prayer. My children joined in as they are friends and afterwards we were sharing our journeys concerning spiritual warfare. 

While we were talking Holy Spirit gave me a flashback of the beginning of my deep processes. I saw a quick flash in the Spirit of my mentor in the prophetic,  Prophet Jean praying over me. He reminded me of the times my leaders and mentors prayed over me and the sacredness of those moments.

Looking back at those times I felt so stuck, like I was not growing as I should and as if my pain was going to forever block what Father had for me. I thought that I was never going to discover my identity and mandate in Jesus.

Holy Spirit reminded me of the many times my mentors counselled, prayed, prophesied and did spiritual warfare over me. At times it felt like a ritual and even insignificant, but now that everything is falling into place, I see the unselfish acts and love of forerunners, visionaries and Kingdom builders who went through their own wilderness seasons, to make it easier for sons and daughters like me.

Sacrificing their valuable time to lead and guide me on my journey. Facing and fighting the enemy on my behalf many times and encouraging me to never give up.

Father is so gracious to connect us with people who have walked similar arduous journeys as we did. When we hear their testimonies it strengthens and encourages us to run our races to the end. When all I could see was my brokenness and all my fears and faults, they saw my future in Papa God and imparted their wisdom to me to not give up.

In this time where we are bombarded with so many distractions and attacks it is very important to still plug in with those that Father has assigned to walk with us through our journeys. We need their wisdom, guidance and prayers.

Personally I have always tried to bless those that have sowed into my life. I am where I am today, because of faithful men and women (mostly women for protocol reasons) who imparted what they have learned to me to make my journey easier. They have paid high prices for their Godly characters and the anointing on their lives. 

We have lost a lot of forerunners, kingdom builders and prayer warriors during this pandemic. May we honour, where honour is due, because of the times we live in and the sacrifices these men and women make for our Fathers Kingdom. I am not talking about, “so called leaders who use and abuse the name of God for their own selfish reasons”. I am talking about the Kingdom men and women who came out of their wildernesses with yoke breaking testimonies smelling like Jesus and who leave prints of His heart and character wherever they tread. 

— Ebigale Wilson