God’s Thoughts to Me
If you claim to be religious but don’t control your tongue, you are fooling yourself, and your religion is worthless (James 1:26, NLT).
Let your speech always be gracious, and seasoned with salt, so that you may know how you ought to answer each person (Colossians 4:6, ESV).
Killing me Softly with His Words
Roberta Flack’s song, Killing Me Softly, was released in 1973 and has ever since been one of my favorite songs ever.
The song tells the story of a young boy, a singer who could bare your soul with the depth of his words. It is soooo romantic and beautiful beyond words! Have I ever mentioned that I am an incurable romantic?
When I saw the Scripture for today, I gasped for breath and immediately went into the fight or flight mode.
I was frightened as memories flooded my heart and I wanted to run … escape to a castle in my mind … a safehouse of pretence. For … I am a survivor of repeated verbal and subsequent emotional abuse.
I recall the the old English idiom, “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me!”. How totally untrue, a lie from the bottom of the pit of falsehood.
Yes, there are words that can undo you in its beauty like the song of Roberta Flack, but, then, there are those that shred your heart slowly, cruelly until only fragments … tatters of your life remains.
Yet, it cannot be observed with the naked eye. The invisible bruises of your heart can only be hidden behind a grimace, trying to pass itself off as a smile. But if you look deep enough through the windows of your soul, you might see a little child cowering in a corner … paralyzed with fear … whimpering:
Your cruel words
are a burning fire
the tender green roots
of a longing
tongues of flames
licking up my will to be
to live to be just me
Your tongue a sword
writing a letter
of naked hatred
creating an identity
the will to be just me
On the other side of the coin, I know that I am not fit to be the judge of the motives or reasons for these horrible actions against me, for I know that in some way or the other not one of us is totally innocent or without blame. We all need a good supply of salt before we talk to anyone!
We all are the victims of our upbringing and the sins of our fathers. It does us well to pay careful attention and take Paul seriously when he admonishes the religious Jews, “You may think you can condemn such people, but you are just as bad, and you have no excuse” (Romans 2:1 NLT). Our tongues can cause havoc and irreparable damage without the grace of our God.
I am a survivor only because my Pappa took the broken tatters of my life, mended them and brought me into the life of our Lord Jesus … into His Loving Embrace.
He healed my broken heart, wooing me with His love … reminding me again … and again … and again of His endless love, until I was able to believe and receive the Light of a new morning from His Kingdom, dawning in my heart.
Much love xx
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