Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
I grew up believing that lie. Now as an adult, I still suffer the consequences of that deception.
Words can break the spirit. Words can wound. Words can kill.
Words can build up. Words can heal. Words can give life.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.
It is very important that we learn to think about and listen to what we are saying.
Gracie and I are in a tremendous battle to gain healing from a fight we had yesterday. Words were part of the cause for the pain we both experienced.
So, this morning, on the way to church, I had a good example of how important it is for me to guard my speech and to choose the right words.
I went out to the car ahead of her, and decided to let her drive. So, I got in on the passenger side. The car was running when she came down the stairs. Since she was in heels, she was carefully watching where she was going, walking with that beautiful grace she has. She was coming to the passenger side when I called out, “Wrong side.”
Then I got to thinking about that, and broached the subject with her as we were driving along. I asked if she had felt ‘corrected’ by my statement of “wrong side.” She said no. But, can you agree with me that “Other side” might have been more appropriate? “Wrong” is a negative, corrective term. And even though I had no intention of correcting anything, it could have been perceived that way. Fortunately for us, since we are both very tender right now, she did not receive it that way.
Is this being too picky? Do I have to be concerned about every single little word and nuance before I speak?
For me, the answer is YES.
Jesus said, “The words that I speak are spirit and life.” (John 6:63)
“A disciple is not above his teacher, but everyone when he is fully trained will be like his teacher.”
It is my desire to be like the master to whom I am discipled.