Wounding Words


Sometimes there are no words for those times when you are attacked for being the very person you are. When your identity is questioned, shouted down and you are made to feel less.

I know my identity.

I am unashamedly loved by Love Himself.

As I lay in bed feeling wounded by flaming arrows of hurtful words, my strength is restored once more by His Word. I put my armour on. I am not alone. For it’s not me that they accuse, but God. And yet, God still reaches out in mercy and love to those that spit on Him. With outstretched arms He loves them like He loves me.

In beauty, you speak to us. You’re words are gentle, kind and patient.

Lord, help me to speak and to love like you love.

Even when I am wounded.



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Hi! It's nice to see you here! A little about me: I am a Christian who loves Jesus. I am blessed with a loving husband Joel and we have a little boy called Jonathan. My time is often spent writing, planning a meal around dessert, looking after the home, visiting others or having others visit me, laughing, reading a good book, seeing new places, going for walks in the country, dancing and singing to music, and preaching behind my ironing board with the bible open on it (it's the right height & nobody's watching, I hope).

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