O God, sticks and stones break bones and words do hurt me.
In fact, someone just said something that wounded me.
Like a bow and arrow, she drew her tongue, and let fly a word so sharp it hurt my heart.
What’s worse is she meant it.
She thought it, planned it, and intentionally executed it.
Now I’m ready to return fire.
I’ve got a dozen sharp words just screaming to be released.
They are aimed at the deepest part of her heart.
But I will hold my fire.
I will leave this matter in your hands.
I will let revenge be yours.
Teach me, O God, to use words to heal and help rather than to harm.
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