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Speaking in Pencil
By
Melissa Driggers
She called me today, heartbroken. Words had been
spoken – cruel ones. The kind that leaves a wound, then a bruise, and then a
scar that remains to maliciously remind. These words had wounded a loved
one, and I was overcome with conviction and repentance when she shared her
deepest ache through sobs of pain at the effect of the soul-crushing
comments.
You might be thinking that she is the grieving
recipient. She isn’t. She is the grieving deliverer. Her
cries were so gut-deep that I could barely understand her.
“Oh Melissa, I hurt the one I love
so badly. How do I fix this?”
My heart aches for her. And for the one she
loves. And for me. Because I have been that person. I am
that person. While there is a population out there that would boldly
proclaim that I have spoken encouraging words over them, there is yet another
population (hopefully much smaller) that can describe the painful marks left on
their hearts by my ruthless words. And usually to the ones I love the
most. I don’t even like to think about it.
Even with the most sincere of apologies offered, and even
with the truest of repentant hearts, the memory lingers in the heart of the
wounded. The scar is left to remind,
and from that point forward it becomes a battle within that the wounded must
fight when someone or something unknowingly opens that scar.
We write on the heart-slate of one another. We can
trample a heart with
One.
Single.
Word.
He entrusts us with words. His words.
Words to edify, exhort, and encourage one another. Words to build up,
inspire, and to lead with humility. Words to offer hope, comfort, and
words to heal. Words to proclaim the Truth of His love, mercy, and grace.
Yet with the same mouth that we share His words, we shoot sharp darts that can
brutally pierce the heart of another.
Sometimes, too many times, I wish I could speak in pencil. That eraser would be so handy. As the magical
word-remover leaves its evidence of black flecks where punishing words once
were, we could point to the dust and show the unlucky recipient the proof that
the word was no longer there.
"See, look, I didn’t mean
it. It’s gone! We can just forget this ever happened..."
If only. Unfortunately, indelible ink doesn’t have a
handy little eraser.
I have some good news, though.
As powerful as our words spoken may seem to be, they are powerless in the presence of the God of the Redeemed. For harsh words spoken, as we repent, there is grace (oh, so much grace) and forgiveness to cover the sin. Period. Done.
As powerful as our words spoken may seem to be, they are powerless in the presence of the God of the Redeemed. For harsh words spoken, as we repent, there is grace (oh, so much grace) and forgiveness to cover the sin. Period. Done.
As powerful as painful words received
may seem to be, they are powerless in the presence of the God of healing and
restoration. No wound is too deep
for Him to touch and to heal. With faith, prayer, time, and forgiveness,
God can and will heal a wounded heart.
May we be reminded today, to pray His words:
May
the words of my mouth and this meditation
of my
heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord,
my
Rock and my Redeemer.
(Psalm
19:14)
Would you join me in taking some time to listen to this song
as you pray and dedicate your words to Him today?
(Shane & Shane, "May The Words of My Mouth")
Link to music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OY0FHMME2dU
About Me:
Reminded daily that I’m being chased by the One I pursue. Cancer
survivor, encourager, teacher, speaker,
blogger, writer. Passionate about
relationships, coffee, books, my kids (who are “technically” canine but they
think they are human), and cooking for the people I love.
For more information about Melissa contact her at her blog/website at www.infieldsofgrace.com
