The past few days I have had that childhood verse, " sticks and stones may break my bones. But names can never hurt me.", in my head. I began each day praying that God would give me a clearer picture as to why He placed this on my heart.
I thought back to when I was a child. I fell and got hurt all the time. I think the nurses at the hospital were expecting me on a regular basis. I have many scars from stitches and deep cuts and scrapes. But the funny thing is I don't recall the pain. Later in life I gave birth, had a few operations, and other injuries. And, again, I don't recall the pain.
Broken bones and cuts eventually get better. There may be a scar or a crooked bone. And then, God willing, they heal. And most times we forget the pain that the injury my have caused. But, when words penetrate our heart, OUCH!! I still to this day carry in my heart the pain of words. Words can really crush your spirit. And when you are feeling really low they hit you like a ton of bricks. I have been told I was stupid, ugly, and other harsh things. And the crazy thing is there are times I actually believe it. When life is really difficult. And I begin to look at making a change, the enemy comes in and whispers all those harsh words into my head. And then I begin to feel worthless. And then I feel like I am a failure in the eyes of everyone. The tension grows deep inside.
Psalm 19:14 May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.
God is faithful. And in the words of a very wise man (my Dad), "God doesn't make junk." So, I pray that the Lord restores my heart. And that He allows me to see myself as He sees me. And this isn't easy for a sinner like me. I know how bad it hurts when people use harsh words to communicate their feelings. I am guilty of this myself. So, if you are reading this and have been victimized by my poor communication skills. I am truly sorry.
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