Our words matter. This isn’t a new concept; nothing each of us don’t already know however it is something that I struggle with both in the words that I use and the way I allow other people’s words to affect me. If only I was truly able to follow the golden rule. I want others to treat me with respect and dignity but is that what I offer? I want others to have patience with me when I am struggling with tasks at hand or I have simply forgotten to follow through on a promise. Yet when I have to wait or feel like someone has let me down by not doing “their job” I am frustrated, offended and often self-righteous in my view of the situation. I am proud and selfish and I hate those attributes in others. I am cynical and sarcastic but demand understanding. I am broken. I live in a broken world surrounded by broken people. That seems like such a doomed existence yet I know a higher life. I know the One who offers life. I know the Prince of Peace. I know the Healer. I know the King. Why then
Ramblings of a heart being transformed.