Someone I love has been hurting a whole lot. Hurting to her very soul. Being in love is risky--and there seems to be nothing more painful than a broken heart.
Seeing her pain, feeling her tears, hugging her little achy body--hurts. It hurts me. I think there is little, more difficult, to watch, then hurt that cannot be comforted with words. Hurt that just hurts and nothing said can fix or alleviate that hurt. It just has to hurt.
Harsh words fly--they cut deep and gouge in. They anchor their hooks of hurt, embarrassment, questioning and self-doubt.
Sometimes life is messy. It hurts and we hurt.
I sometimes think that if we all could just live by this--there would be a whole lot less hurt that words could not heal. A whole lot more smiles and happy, joyous hearts.
"Above all else, guard the affections of your heart;
the emotional attachments you make
determine the course of your life.
Watch what you say and how you say it;
always speak the truth and never with hostility about
anyone or anything.
Look straight ahead;
focus on what is good and right.
Think carefully about which direction you're going and
walk only on solid ground.
Don't swerce to the right of to the left;
dont turn down the road of wickedness."