This old saying from the 1800s, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can’t hurt me” was meant to be used as a defence against verbal bullying. It was intended to help the bullied person develop resilience.
I wonder—what’s the full devastating effect in the person, years on. Saying it doesn’t hurt him or her when it does.
That it’ll be able to withstand verbal punches and kicks. Especially true for young kids. Kids absorb the words said about them, and it remains in their memory decades on. Often, without them being aware of it. And they carry it with them to adulthood.
As adults, we too are slapped with intentional, hurtful remarks. Or unintentional, careless words.
Sometimes it happens when we open up our hearts to share something, and our vulnerability is met with unhelpful comments.
Sometimes, the mess of someone repeatedly hurt and disappoints us.
Do those things happen to you?
My defence is to close that door to the heart. I don’t want to do that. It’s a defence mechanism. But one door after another closes.
And I wonder, would all the doors in my heart, one day, be shut off to the world? Would you shut off your doors too?
But I’d say—don’t.
Keep one door open, always.
Keep one door open to the One who created you—just as you are.
Who loves you—just as you are.
Keep that door open to the One.
Because that’s your lifeline.
That’s your key to eventually reopening the other doors in your heart.
Keep the door open to God and let Him into your heart.