Come, come sit with me…
I know I may have said this before, but some truths need to be whispered more than once.
Words.
The ones we say quickly.
The ones we never should’ve said at all.
The ones that heal…
and the ones that wound.
In the world we live in today, I think we forget just how powerful our words really are.
A single sentence can build someone up in a heartbeat —
and another can tear them down just as fast.
Sometimes, in the heat of a moment, we say things we don’t mean.
Sharp things.
Careless things.
Words that fly out before our hearts can catch them.
And when the moment passes, we’re left looking at the pieces of someone’s heart…
wishing we could gather them all up and mend what we broke.
Wounds from words don’t just vanish.
They may scar over, yes —
but scars remember.
And every new hurt has the power to reopen what was once barely healed.
Because here’s the truth:
Words don’t disappear. They echo.
And the echo often lasts longer than the moment that created it.
“I’m just being truthful…”
This one always makes me pause.
People love to throw that line out right before saying something sharp:
“I’m just being truthful.”
But I have to ask:
Whose truth is it?
Yours… or theirs?
Because sometimes “I’m just being truthful” is not honesty —
it’s an excuse.
A shield.
A free pass to speak without kindness, accountability, or care.
Truth spoken without love
is not truth —
it’s a weapon.
And just because something is your truth doesn’t mean it needed to be handed to someone else like a punch.
Here’s my truth…
When I was younger and I got angry,
I didn’t think —
I reacted.
Whatever came to my mind came out of my mouth.
Fast.
Sharp.
Unfiltered.
Until one day, my brother looked at me and said:
“Lisa… when you’re angry with your words, you go for a person’s jugular.”
I stopped.
I froze.
It felt like he held up a mirror and showed me something I didn’t want to look at.
And I cried.
Not because he hurt me —
but because he was right.
That moment changed me.
I realized how powerful my words were…
and how dangerous they could be when spoken from a place of hurt instead of truth.
Now?
I choose differently.
I choose intention.
I choose care.
I choose to pause.
Because I know myself:
When I’m angry, I need time.
A cooling-off period.
Space before I speak.
I will always come back to the conversation —
but I will not come back with fire.
I come back with clarity.
Think about who is on the other side of your words…
All I’m saying is this:
Think about your audience when you speak.
It could be your parents.
Your siblings.
Your spouse.
Your children.
Your coworkers.
Your friends.
The people closest to us are often the ones who absorb our words the deepest.
And the last thing any of us wants
is for someone we love
to walk around with wounds we created —
not because we were honest,
but because we were angry.
Anger passes. Words stay.
So before you speak,
before you react,
before you let the moment push something sharp out of your mouth…
Pause.
Breathe.
Remember the heart standing in front of you.
Because once a word leaves your lips,
you can apologize,
you can try to repair…
But you cannot undo.
Whisper…
Choose words that heal, not ones that scar.
The heart remembers both. 🌹
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