His words hurt me

There's nothing like the pain of harsh words coming from a soul that is wrong, and has wronged you, but won't admit to the wrongness: pain.

Our words—the utterances that flow out of our mouths... we praise with these utterances, and we lash the soul with these same utterances from the mouth...from the heart.

Friendships are built and friendships are torn down by the choice of our words. 

Words give us a glance into the soul of the speaker, sometimes a troubled heart is able to hide, seemingly fool with their words, but it's only for a season.  Eventually the true heart and true self give way to truth.

His Word tells us ...

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. 

The tongue of the wise makes knowledge acceptable, but the mouth of fools spouts folly.

 ~ Proverbs 15: 1-3

This week my heart has been broken...shattered into pieces by the harsh words of a friend.

I want to fade away, but I don't.  I must still go forward looking and searching for my one thousand gifts: remembering to live fully right where I am.  I must continue to live and breathe His Words.

Flesh wants to fight its own battle of self-preservation with word lashing, but I don't  (I did a bit already, but remembered...live it out!  Live out what I'm learning.  What I write about.).  Instead I fall before Him, on bending knees and beg heaven's forgiveness.  Give me another chance I pray to Him, another chance to use my words for Your good and to your glory.

When wounds heal, I will send a letter of words...apologizing for any wrong doing on my part... 

I reacted to a wrong I believed was done to me, but my heart says: apologize, so I will.  And then I will move on.

I write on screen tapping out my words— finding healing, solace from his pain words.  That's how I heal: with words.  I tap them out.  It is in the writing that I work out many issues—heartfelt issues.

Use your words today to lift someone spirits high!

Accept whatever befalls...

This, then is of faith, that everything, the very least, or what seems to us great, every change of the seasons, everything which touches us in mind, body, or estate, whether brought about through this outward senseless nature, or by the will of man, good or bad, is overruled to each of us by the all-holy and all-loving will of God.  Whatever befalls us—how ever it befalls us, we must receive as the will of God.  If it befalls us through man's negligence, or ill-will, or anger, still it is, in even the least circumstance, to us the will of God.  For it the least thing could happen to us without God's permission it would be something out of God's control.  God's providence or His love would not be what they are.  Almighty God Himself would not be the same God; not the God whom we believe—adore, and love. ~ Edward B. Pusey

Blessings,

Angela