The words slipped out before I could stop them.
As soon as I heard myself, I knew I shouldn’t have spoken them.
Once again, my mouth spoke before I thought about the impact of what I was saying.
I just proved that we were taught a lie when our mothers’ told us “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Words hurt. I know this. I have been hurt and I have scars caused by the words that have been spoken about me over the years.
And yet, I said them anyway.
The words that were not mine to say. I had my reasons. See, I knew that the person I was telling could really help the one we were talking about.
The person didn’t know these things that I shared and I thought they should know.
Then it dawned on me.
I should not be the source of gossip. It is not my job.
Gossip dressed up as a caring concern.
We’re good at that! Using the guise of prayer requests to divulge information that is not ours to share. We say, out loud, how we want God to work in this other person’s life, and yet all the while having that finger-pointing outward, towards another. Pointing out someone else’s sin with accusations and hearsay.
There is a fine line between gossip and sharing with the body of Christ those things that are needed.
This particular day, the line was quite a fuzzy one. But as soon as I said it, I could feel the spikes and shards of gossip on the edges of the words that hung in the air.
I know I am still a work in progress, but this sure is a tough area for me.
Finding myself in this same place where I have been before does not feel good at all.
I thought I was a quick learner. I still have a long way to go and I need to control my tongue and the words that come out of my mouth.