Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me.This has to be the biggest load of crap ever told to little kids. I've had physical pain but nothing could debilitate me like negative words. Even words not spoken to me in particular, but in general.
Imagine a general cloud of negativity, caused by culture stress and then add in a boss who shuffles expectations faster than a Los Vegas blackjack deal, and two hands full of mean spirited students who voice themselves about you.
In the midst of my day, I can tend to shrug off things, because I can't afford to dwell. But the end of the day comes and I walk home with a fifty pound weight. It takes time to wind down, and some times I'm still trying the next morning to emerge from the day before. Which makes heading back into that mess even more daunting.
And the words hold power. It feels like curses are being spoken over me all day long.
Everyday I need the truth that Jesus is for me. That I stand in there with His authority. And He has victory. That as His beloved, I cast myself on His mercy and grace.
And it's not so bad. Light and momentary affliction. Which will pass away. And Jesus will reign, so I am
Blessed
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