Words that Heal
This is a way of reaching to people who have refused to answer me for one good
reason or another. I know I can be annoying at times and usually get into
people's nerves for my openness and unedited remarks. I almost lost my best
friend for speaking my mind against what she was doing with her life.
I
am reminded that whatever we do, others who love us or those who care for us
will be affected, no matter how seemingly inconsequential our actions may be.
Some hurts are caused not by brutal or blatant attacks on the person, but
careless words tossed in the wind.
"Stick and stones may break my
bones but words will never hurt me." Contrary to the nursery rhyme, our words
actually cause more harm than physical violence. It leaves a dent in our being
that usually lingers even when we are older, and turns many joyful people to
hermits. Sometimes, in jest, we say an innocent remark that leaves a person
bitter and unable to forgive.
What is it about our tongue that
destroys others? Did you know that words actually "kill" a person? Perhaps not
literally; but, eventually it causes him or her to shun away from you for life.
The good thing is our words have the power to heal too. Many times, people are
affected not by the words itself, but the manner in which it is spoken. We are
more attune to the tone of voice rather than the meaning of what was said.
"A
gentle answer turns away wrath." How many times have we avoided heated arguments
with a soft answer to a harsh remark?
Silence has a way of sharing
deeper meaning to a wounded heart. Sometimes words become a hindrance to what we
really want to tell a person. Somehow the overflow of our emotions prevent us
from saying the right things to make up for all the years we wasted because we
have been foolish not to have asked forgiveness in the first place. It really
doesn't matter who caused the rift or who started the argument in the first
place. What matters is saying "I'm sorry" and "I love you still", in spite of
what happened in the past.
Are you willing to shatter the silence to
see the beauty of reconciliation and forgiveness? Is your pride more important
than your friend? Sometimes I wonder how many friendships I could have saved if
I only had the guts to say "Sorry, I was wrong and you were right."
It's
never too late to start over. Someday, I know we'll meet again, and this time,
even if it would mean losing face, I'd rather say what I really mean.
8:29 PMI agree. Words are not only mere languages, terminologies, or terms. Words are thoughts by humans; means of humans to communicate, and to express themselves as well. You know exactly how assertive I was (well, till now, but, I toned down already), Ma’am. I talked so loud, and minimizing was not possible (that’s what I thought). You were there last year when my classmates confronted me about my ‘attitude’. I was insensitive, selfish, bad, bad, bad, and bad. Yes, those words hurt me, and that night, I wasn’t able to sleep well. Those words were really disturbing.
However, it changed me. I become more concerned, and I now choose my words carefully (not all the time, but I now think before I mutter a word or two).
Ma’am, thank you for your caring, and ‘concern’ two years ago. Remember the broadcasting competition-thingy? Thank you for the prayers. It nursed the hopelessness and depression and crying and hating the world I felt that time. God bless you, Ma’am Maybel! ;)
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