(8.40) LCK Angry Words

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.
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.

Love,
Larry.

larry@rotb.org

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