i choke them down.
for the most part.
i spew some venom before i remember to swallow hard.
poison so thick and hot, my stomach churns.
i'm struggling with a situation.
one, that if i allow it, will rob me of all joy.
yet, on most days i feel a peace surrounding me.
and then a stone is thrown and i crumble under the impact.
death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits. ~proverbs 18:21
funny how the enemy knows exactly when to throw a punch.
and often times the person speaking the words that sting like a dagger have no clue the internal bleeding they've caused.
an already fragile heart can bleed out right before your eyes without even knowing it.
ask me how i know.
as sure as my stomach churns, i am certain i feasted on rotten fruit today.
not a delicacy i would recommend.
with bruised emotions, i want to stay camped on the words that pierced deep.
but my heart wants to lavishly extend grace.
because i so desperately need the same.
i'm trusting Him to bind these wounds.
redeeming callous words and healing shattered hearts.
He remains the strength of this heart of mine.