Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can pierce the heart.
I really wish that I were the kind of person who was secure enough in who (and Whose) I am to not let the opinions of others hurt me. But I’m not. The truth is, I have many insecurities and although my feelings don’t get severely hurt often, they do get hurt.
A few days ago, my feelings were seriously hurt in an online setting, and to approach the person who hurt me would probably only escalate things. So I’m trying to let it go. But it’s hard. I don’t hold any malice toward this person and it’s possible that she wasn’t trying to be hurtful, but I’m still having a hard time moving on. Last night I ate my feelings (Chocolate Therapy by Ben & Jerry’s and a glass of wine), which really did make me feel better temporarily. I’m hoping that writing about it will be a more lasting therapeutic exercise.
I guess it’s good to be hurt every once in a while, because it serves as a reminder that words carry weight. They have the power to build up or tear down, and encourage or destroy. And I want to be one who encourages.
“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight, O LORD, my rock and my Redeemer.” Psalm 19:14