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Let me share a recent clip from a post here:
I’ve been rejected and I’ve skirted wide circles around women and maybe you know something about wide berths and big circles?This is only a small clip from this wonderful post please stop over and read the post in its entirety.I can't tell you how many times I have read a posting here and just had tears falling because it hit home.
The skittish circles you make at church teas around the buffet table looking for another cracker and hoping no one makes eye contact?
The way you carry a book to the kids’ swimming lessons like a piece of armour so no one gets close enough to trample on your still bruised heart?
The imaginary and very real boundaries you draw around your life like a barbed wire fence?
And when you’ve been hurt, you’re making sure that won’t be happening any time soon and you keep this wary distance from anywhere where you’d have to show the bare underbelly of your tender heart.
But no one tells you that the shields you carry to keep you safe, become the the steel cages that keep you alone.
And then sometimes along comes someone who lays a hand on your shield, who sticks her hand through the bars of your protective cage… and quietly waits. And for you.
This lady can write like the blazes.
I will also share this wonderful link and a great support for women. In Courage is a special support system that helps with positive suggestions and actions to take, words to use.
Here is one more clip from this post here What Will We Do With Our Words
There is a pledge there to take and I knew it was time for me to make the choice to try with all I have to follow these simple words.
Words can be weapons.
A careless remark. A bit of gossip. A little less sensitivity in a stress-filled moment. Do we know what we do to our sisters?
I sit alone and pray about this one day. I’ve become afraid of words–of what they can do. And it seems in the dark I sense a whisper, “Daughter, words can defend and protect too.”
It’s right there in our armor: “The sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God” (Ephesians 6:17).
We must choose how we wield our words.
In my heart I once pictured the enemy coming and a wounded woman on the ground behind me. I put my sword in front of her and said, “You can’t have her. She belongs to the King.” I still get goosebumps as I put those words on this page–because that is why I write. Because life is hard and we all fall and we need sisters who stand in the gap for us. Because words have the capacity to hold back evil, to bring forth life, to sustain, encourage, and unite us.
Words are powerful.
And if you think yours aren’t part of a battle much bigger than you, think again.
So what do we do with this knowing, this sword that’s in our hands? Sisters, let’s choose to put our words firmly on the side of the Kingdom–to use them to protect and never to harm. I’m raising my sword and pledging my allegiance to you and to the One Who Loves Us.
Will you join me?
I know many times to often I have used words to hurt, by gossiping, by using them in anger.So today I choose to get back up, and try again to live a much better life of positive words whenever I can.
I know this isn't my regular type post- if I have offended you with this post I Apologize- if you choose not to follow me or visit any more I will understand and wish you the best.