(8/40) LCK Angry Words.

Angry Words

I wish I could have recalled those words I spoke in anger. Lord. They slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them. Even as I heard them fall from my lips I knew they were the wrong words. They were the worst words I could have spoken. I saw her face. She looked as though I had slapped her. I had. I had slapped her with my words. Thoughtless, venom-filled words. The sting of them went to the very marrow of her soul. I knew I had done more than surface damage. Those careless remarks were the wounding instruments of pain that I knew would linger long after the actual words were forgotten.

Help me, 0 God, to build a conscious barrier around my hurtful speech so that when I feel angry these awful words will not easily leap over the fence of good reason and kindness. Help me to remember that, like an arrow shot into the air, an unkind word that is spoken can never be taken back.

Help me when I am upset with someone to not just stop at ten in my counting before I speak. Supply me with as many larger numbers as it takes to enable me to speak words that will bless rather than burden someone else's life.