Words can fatally wound those who are already hurt. Choose your words carefully because you never know how much that person has already bled.
These words echoed in my heart and mind all day and it started to ache. I thought about a woman, who I’d never met, never blogged with and never knew she existed. However, I read a blog post that another blogger wrote about a woman who took her life. The post was so simple and powerful with emotions for this woman.
She had experienced what no child/toddler should ever have to from those who are supposed to love and protect her. Year’s abuse stole her innocence, mental stability and self-worth to name a few. She seemed to stumble forward as she tried to find some footing, balance, value in herself and most likely purpose. She tried like most victims to move passed the pain, shame and scars of her life. She was broken in pieces and didn’t know how to fix herself and others who genuinely loved her couldn’t as well.
She reached out online and found support maybe some didn’t understand. They couldn’t see her through the eyes of love, God’s Love. She was in a tunnel, couldn’t see a way out, and at some point stopped trying. There was no value in her, so there was no value in her life and no point in living. She was better off gone, no one would miss her, and those who did, would be better off without her.
Reading the post, I recognized the signs of her torment and the reckless behavior that signified she had given up and it was only a matter of time. It would be, as if she had never been except for those who knew she once existed.
Words can either heal and build or tear down and destroy. It was words of friends, really strangers that crushed what little hope she had and joy she’d found. Words that judged what couldn’t be understood from a spectators view. Words cut and cuts bleed. She had been bleeding for years and words finished her off.
Unfortunately, there are plenty of people like her in the world. We need to be more mindful of our words. We may not agree with what someone does or how they live but we also don’t know or fully understand how they got to that point. Everyone handles circumstances and situations differently and some are stronger than others are physically and emotionally. Sometimes cries for help can only be heard with the heart. Eyes can’t see it and ears can’t hear it. It is a silent cry that screams aloud for love to hear and feel.
Let us love each other in words, actions and positive reactions. Seek to build up those who are struggling. Learn to see them as God did and does, worth dying for in the midst of their faults. Remember, love covers a multitude of sins. So, love and not judge or hate because of what you think you see but really don’t understand. Our responsibility is to love not judge and your opinion is still a form of judgment. Is it yours to offer? Yes, it is. Nevertheless, at some point you will be judged by it.
Let God’s Love shine a light into the darkness for other to see and follow out. Let your words be filled with love or let them remain silent.
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great post Miss Lovelight! So parallel to my post I Know You Are, But What Am I?
http://wp.me/p2BLam-jH Keep up the great work