Poison or Fruit- you choose.
'Words kill, words give life; They're either poison or fruit- you choose.'
Proverbs 18.21
Wow this really struck home today. During my daily reading, it was like this verse was written in BOLD and italics and bright rainbow colours and flashing off the page. I needed to hear this.
Lately, during the 'torture hours' I spoke about in my last post, I have found myself sometimes raising my voice at my precious babe, saying things I always regret. I guess it's easy to justify this with sleep deprivation, exhaustion, sore back, frustration, not being able to get anything done etc etc. But there really is no excuse.
What a heavy reminder that my words impact the atmosphere, MY words breathe life or death into those around me including this little precious soul I am responsible for. I want my words to bring beautiful fruit into his life, encourage him, uplift him and even though my babe can't understand what I am saying exactly, I fully believe my words still impact him dramatically.
From now on, with God's help, I will speak positive words over him and words of encouragement to him. He will sleep well tonight. He WILL settle easily. He will have peace and joy in his heart. He will not have tummy pains or bloating or cramps. I will tell him there is no other place I would rather be than here with him, that he means so much to me, that I will always be here for him, that he is strong and kind and precious and loved.
Of course I will not always be amazing at this, but I am gonna try, like really truly try.
Poison or fruit darling Mums.... you choose.
Proverbs 18.21
Wow this really struck home today. During my daily reading, it was like this verse was written in BOLD and italics and bright rainbow colours and flashing off the page. I needed to hear this.
Lately, during the 'torture hours' I spoke about in my last post, I have found myself sometimes raising my voice at my precious babe, saying things I always regret. I guess it's easy to justify this with sleep deprivation, exhaustion, sore back, frustration, not being able to get anything done etc etc. But there really is no excuse.
What a heavy reminder that my words impact the atmosphere, MY words breathe life or death into those around me including this little precious soul I am responsible for. I want my words to bring beautiful fruit into his life, encourage him, uplift him and even though my babe can't understand what I am saying exactly, I fully believe my words still impact him dramatically.
From now on, with God's help, I will speak positive words over him and words of encouragement to him. He will sleep well tonight. He WILL settle easily. He will have peace and joy in his heart. He will not have tummy pains or bloating or cramps. I will tell him there is no other place I would rather be than here with him, that he means so much to me, that I will always be here for him, that he is strong and kind and precious and loved.
Of course I will not always be amazing at this, but I am gonna try, like really truly try.
Poison or fruit darling Mums.... you choose.
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