Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
I’m rubber your glue, whatever you say to me, bounces off of me and sticks to you.
If only these common childhood sayings were true.
Words. They have great power. They Build Up. They Tear Down. They Hurt. They Heal. They Hinder. They Help. They Encourage. They Despair.
They are one of the most powerful weapons we have as humans. They are permanent. Spoken words cannot be erased.
What happens when you are the target of negative words. Do you retaliate? What do you do when those insults are true, or at least were true of you at one time. How do you respond?
Today I was faced with a situation much like this. This isn’t the first, and I know it will not be the last. The words cut into me like a knife. My pride welled up. I cried. I do that when I’m upset. Let’s just be real – I do it when I’m hurt, happy, sad, offended, etc. I’m an emotional person. As the saying goes, ‘I wear my heart on my sleeve.’ I hate that about myself.
The words came from one of my children. It was in a situation when I was trying to make her aware of her actions in that moment. She took that opportunity to bring up my past actions. I was trying to parent and she reminded me I had lost that right. She didn’t hold anything back. She only spoke two sentences. It happened in all of 3 seconds. I was vividly and painfully reminded of the mistakes I made that brought us to this very moment.
At first, my pride welled up. Stupid, right? I thought, you can’t do that! That’s so disrespectful! I’m trying so hard! That WAS me. That’s NOT me! I said a few things I wish I hadn’t. I’m sure she did as well.
I went to take a shower. So I could cry. And Pray…. and cry some more. While I was in there, I realized that if it hadn’t been true it wouldn’t hurt so bad. That I was reaping in that moment what I’ve sown in the past.
Most of the time, things are GREAT! But in times like these, I’m reminded how badly I’ve hurt those who I was entrusted to protect. How deeply I’ve wounded them. And now this was her chance to do the same to me. Hurt people, hurt people. Plain and simple.
It might sound odd, but I’m thankful for moments like this. It reminds me that my actions have consequences that are far beyound anything I can see.
It reminds me that my words have power.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof – Prov 18:21
It reminds me that my children are hurting, and need grace.
Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers. – Eph 4:29
It reminds me that I need to be willing to forgive those that have wronged me, because I know how badly I want it from those who I have wronged.
For if ye forgive men their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you – Mat. 6:14
Thankful for the truths from the Bible that breath new life into my soul at times like these.
Really, I’m just thankful.
Thankful for my children.
Thankful for the valleys.
Thankful for His forgiveness.
Thankful for deliverance.
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