Sticks and Stones

Words are powerful. The cliché "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me," is commonly used by people who have been wounded many times by words. These people may not come off as hurt, but deep down they are. The world has been so mean to these people that they get defensive; a lot of times they are the ones that trash other people.

Have you ever wondered why there was a growing rate of murder, suicide, rape, and other hate crimes? I have, and the conclusion I came up with is this... The people that are committing these horrendous things are so used to being picked on they get a low self esteem causing them to put down others to make themselves feel better.

Picture this with me... The man who robbed a bank last week was once a little boy with nothing but love for his father, until his father left and the other kids teased him for being abandoned. The girl who died because of anorexia was once a beautiful girl with a healthy body weight that one guy teased her about. The boy who is going to get into lots of trouble and murder someone could be that kid that no one likes. They talk behind his back, call him names, trash him giving him a low self esteem causing him to be full of hate towards the world.

Get it? It is all one huge cycle. The words you say could change someone’s views completely

 I sat in a new seat at lunch today and I turned around when I heard a girls voice yelling. Her name is Heather. I tuned into what she was saying, "That boy over there is my friend, you better leave him alone! You think your cool with your mulhawk, well you’re not. It makes you look gay, if you ever say anything about him you will have to deal with me." I watched to see the boy's response, but all I saw was a red face. She walked away and the whole cafeteria was laughing saying good job to Heather. A few days later I looked back at the boy, his molhawk was gone. Her words hurt him enough to change who he was on the outside and how he felt on the inside.

I am not saying the boy was completely innocent. He probably was saying some snotty thing to Heather’s friend. However, Heather should have dealt with it differently. Telling someone to stop picking on another person and picking apart what a person looks like and their personality is completely different. It may seem hard at first, but it makes a world of a difference for both you and the other person. Your response could lead the other person onto the road of destruction, both self destruction and the destruction of others.

When you take a step back and look at where other people are coming from, a lot of times you feel bad for them. The words you hear affect the way you act and the words you say affect the way someone else acts.

Words are powerful. I think we all need to take a moment to step back and think about our words. Are they affecting people in a positive way or negative way? That kid that you pick on every day might not be the nicest person, but they are human and they deserve to be treated with respect.

Though the kid that sits across from you is rude, cruel and mean, you have to be the better person or you too will be like them.

"Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words, they hurt the most"



"If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head. Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." Romans 12:20, 21

Feeding of the 5,000

I was recently reminded of a trip that I went on with my church. There was about 10,000 people that went and gathered in St. Louis, Missouri. We all brought a box or suitcase full of food for the homeless around the world. We planned on feeding 5,000 families for a week. However, we ended up packing 10,000 boxes, feeding 10,000 families or 40,000 people for a week. Packing my box of food for that family that I will never know or be able to know is something I will never forget. With every can or box I put in my box I was blessed more and more. I had this connection with God that I can't explain. I had a wordless conversation with God. It was then that I realized that I will not be truly happy in life unless I am helping people because people are worth more than money can ever buy.

I guess my reason in saying this is, if you have never had the joyous experience of helping feed someone who can't afford it, or you have never been a friend to someone lonely in a nursing home, or you have never spent a day passing out school supplies to kids that can't afford it, then you are missing out. We are all just people without a purpose, until we get over ourselves and realize that other people are dying to be heard, be seen, be fed, be helped and we act on it.

Of course, sometimes fully giving of yourselves is hard or even painful because we are human, but at the end of yours and my life I think that it will be rewarding.

Packing my box was a defining moment for me, because that is when I realized unless I am reaching out to people and showing them the Love that Jesus Christ has poured out on me, I am nothing. I am nothing without the love that Jesus Christ has poured out on me.

1 Corinthians 13

Joy Unspeakable

Hello Blog World,
I was thinking really hard about what I should post first, and I think it is appropriate to put my personal testimony first to show you a little about who I am.

I grew up going to church. I was always the first one to arrive and the last one to leave. I can't say that I always enjoyed being at church that much, at least when I was younger.

When I was seven I asked God for forgiveness for the first time at V.B.S.. I can play out the night perfectly in my head, I even know what I was wearing. It was a huge defining moment for my life. I asked God to come clean my heart, make me new. I felt so happy I wanted to sing and jump. I was filled with Joy that is unspeakable. Of course a little seven year old can't fully understand a true relationship with Christ so I eventually fell away.

When I was 13, after my grandmother had died, I fell away from God and people. I held back all of my emotions. It was my desperate need for help that led me to Jesus Christ, my savior. Soon after my freshman year of high school, I rededicated my life to Christ, and became completely new.

Since then I have been a totally different person. God is using me in ways I never imagined. It is scary sometimes, but always I am amazed that a God so great would use a girl like me. I owe everything to God and so much more, He is the Joy Unspeakable in my life and I pray that he becomes or already is the Joy in your life. He has wrapped me, a sinner, in his arms and has healed me and I never ever want to leave!

My life would not be an adventure without Christ in it. He is sending me on a new adventure every day...  but those adventures are for another day and time. Thanks for reading. :)

Sincerely,
Breanna Rose