noise. clatter. talk. A mixture of truth and untruth, baked up in a whisper. Wrapped with bright ribbons, laced in laughter, iced under witty words, and sprinkled with just enough spice… to entice. Often we devour them quickly, easily, licking up the last crumbs of these tasty treats. The first few bites are devine... and then they begin to stick in my throat. Wondering if these can be as good for others... as good for me. The ache inside for what I've done begins to swirl. remorse. regret. guilt. shame. isolated pain. The heaviness I feel inside. I may not have spoken the words, the whispers, the gossip, the rumor... but I ate them up. And now I am part of the illness. Others saw me there in the circle of whisperers. And the illness inside grows. Heavy. Heartsick. Heartfelt. How do I move on? Rumors are dainty morsels that sink deep into one’s heart. Proverbs 18:8 I must confess this illness. Lord, forgive me for devouring the whispers, the lies, the gossip. Lord, forgive me for taking part in the morsel so tiny at first, that could cause great harm to another. Help me, Lord, to right this wrong. Let me rather speak words of life which satisfy, bringing wholeness and friendship. Wise words satisfy like a good meal; the right words bring satisfaction. Proverbs 18:20 When these dainty morsels are offered, let me be the one to serve another choice... wholesome words wrapped in truth, solid and strong, giving life, satisfying, freeing hearts, lifting spirits, stirring others to do the same. Word of God, train me today... to step away from the treat that is gossip, choosing not to partake, to offer instead, a satisfying meal of kindness, encouragement and generosity. Lord, let me speak boldly, rather than in whisper, words of truth about others which only encourage.
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Mandy
6/1/2016 03:43:46 pm
This was good stuff girl!!!
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