A friend posted this quote by an unknown author on her Facebook page today, “If the words you spoke appeared on your skin, would you still be beautiful?” Unknown
That alone is a powerful question worth pondering for a moment.
But her status update got me thinking deeper about the question. If the words we spoke to others appeared as wounds on the skin of those spoken harshly to, would we change the ugliness of our words? If people could physically see the way words injured the heart and soul of the people around us, would we withdraw the weapon of our tongues?
If only we could taste the words as they crossed our own tongue towards other people. Truly words cut deep. The childhood song, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” could not be more further from the truth. We are walking wounded. Not only do words wound, but their poison can seep into the lives of those we afflict with our carelessness.
It is worth taking a moment or more to think, pray, ask forgiveness, repent, restore, and work tirelessly to tame our tongues before, during and after words fly past it.