“All the words I had ever spoken, they are making my children who they are.
What we speak into others, this is what they become.”
Ann Voskamp shares these words today in a very convicting post, go visit, you’ll not be disappointed, neither will you leave the same.
These words cut, cut deep into my heart. I’m a bit shook, don’t know how to press forward. I’m uncomfortable with the conviction, yet I hesitate to move on. I don’t want to leave here unchanged.
These words are incredibly sobering, they won’t stop echoing in my head. I see how words wound, scar and shape. If I could undo all those tearing down words.
“What were you thinking?”
“When are you going to get it?!”
“How many times do I have to tell you?'” (and more, besides)
Wait, I see it, those were not tearing down words. They were ‘shaping’ words. Shaping who they would become! Oh, my heart aches, my mind swirls with the countless ‘shaping’ words I have spoken.
Is this why his head often times hangs when I am ‘correcting’ him? Is that why he is so hard on himself? Why he struggles with accusing thoughts?
Could it be it is not just the enemy of his soul accusing him in his own mind, but the enemy of his soul using MY mouth to accuse him, to shape him?
Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof. (Pr. 18:21)
A gentle tongue [with its healing power] is a tree of life, but willful contrariness in it breaks down the spirit. (Pr. 15:4)
Pleasant words are as a honeycomb, sweet to the mind and healing to the body. (Pr. 16:24)
Every wise woman builds her house, but the foolish one tears it down with her own hands. (Pr. 14:1)
Relentlessly pursuing repentance and reshaping . . .