A few years ago, I cut my finger using a really sharp knife and for a very long time I could feel the knife cutting into my flesh. All I had to do was see that particular knife and I could feel the knife cutting me all over again. This is exactly how hurtful words feel. I have been cut to the core of my very being, twice. Each time the words came flying in out of left field. Totally unexpected! The person might as well have used a knife, because the wounds are as deep and the scar tissue is just as real.
I think the reason these particular exchanges remain so raw in my memory are because they were spoken by individuals that I cared for a great deal. I also think the words hurt because I had given everything I had to give to each situation. If I shared the exact words with you, you would probably think, what’s the big deal? I really do not think that the individuals meant to hurt me with their words, but they did and unfortunately they still do.
I don’t remember everything about each of those encounters except who was there and what was said. I don’t dwell on these comments, in fact I rarely think about them, but when they do come floating back up from the recesses of my mind they are real. I am hopeful that I can use the memory of how these words made me feel to keep me from hurting someone with my words.
I am sure, almost positive, that I have on numerous occasions cut someone with my words. I wasn’t always as nice as I am today. I do not know who I might have hurt so I have asked God to forgive me. I have asked God to use my hurts to keep me from hurting others with careless mis-spoken words. If you are reading this and I have ever hurt you with my words, I ask for your forgiveness. Also, I ask for your prayers as I try to look at these memories from a different prospective so I can grow, overcome and be more Christ like in my life.
Be careful what you say…your words are the one thing that you can never take back.