War of Words

So, I am reading this book; "War of Words" by Paul David Tripp. I started reading it months ago, but would put it down for its content hurts my heart in so many ways. For years I would tell David that his words were killing me. Over the last few months of our marriage I would beg him to stop the horrible hurtful words. I could take the physical abuse over the words any day. I am writing this note in hopes that some where a husband or wife will stop. Will stop the tearing down of the one they are supposed to love. I am writing this in hopes that others will understand that your words kill. Seriously. You know I said till death do us part...I didn't know that the death would be my own. His words killed me. Over and over again I died a thousand deaths until...there was nothing left. Nothing. He was asking one more thing of me and I had nothing left. My heart had become an empty tomb. A friend of mine said that it was weird coming to a point in her relationship where there was no reserves. She spoke my very heart. It is like I had only enough in my heart to get me to the morning when I found there was nothing left to give. Words. They stay with you. They define you. Words can make you fall in love a thousand times with the same person. Words can also cause you to die a thousand deaths. Words destroyed my marriage. Words almost destroyed me. Words almost destroyed my boys. Words have broken my Matthew. Words have broken my David jr. Words broke me. The words...they broke my husband first. Then in family tradition...they began to break us. Over and over I begged him. Over and over again I pleaded with him to stop. To stop the words. He never had once to read my mind. I was very expressive with what his words were doing to me. Over and over again I told him I needed nothing from him but words of love and of affirmation. I didn't want his gifts. I didn't care if he was broken or damaged. I didn't care if he had nothing to offer me. I just wanted his heart. He never really gave me his heart. Always hid it behind a wall of words. Angry, hurtful, hateful words. Recently, my niece whom I love with all of my heart confronted me on the words I have been posting on my fb. She was right. So, I have decided to reign in my "poison pen" and not hurt her anymore with words. No matter their truth. Even words of truth can hurt and kill. I pray that if you have been using your words as weapons that you stop. I pray that if words have been used as a weapon on you that you are able to say no more. I pray for peace for all of you. 

the TRUTH in LOVE,


Heidi Shepherd

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