Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
As a little girl, this little rhyme was my defense I’d use when someone would occasionally say something mean and hurtful to me. Sadly the words did hurt, no matter how many times I would say that rhyme over and over out loud and in my head. Even sadder, I took that little rhyme with me as a young woman only then to feel the scars of hurtful words.
There is such power in words.
Words can bless, encourage, build up, comfort, make us smile.
Or words can wound, cutting straight to the heart just like a piercing sword.
There is one who speaks rashly,
like a piercing sword;
but the tongue of the wise brings healing ~ Proverbs 12:18
Today, the woman in me remembers the deep wounds from words over the years.
Believing words spoken so rashly about her, at her, towards her, over her. And that little girl in me fights that familiar rhyme and begging me to come back with my own retort.
And so as I think of my own scars, I need to also think about my words, my bent toward some quick-witted responses. Instead of coming back with my own slew of words, I’m learning to yield . . .
Yield to the Spirit, asking Him to help me.
Help me to watch my words as I speak.
Help me to watch my words as I reply.
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. Ephesians 4:29