When malicious gossip or slander is passed along, the humanity of three people is thereby diminished .... the one who repeats the gossip, the one who listens to the gossip, and the one who is the subject of the gossip. When a person refrains from gossiping or tale-bearing, the angels rejoice from up above.
Posted by ~*Mal*~
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on 11/12/2006, 7:01 pm
They never treated me as an equal,
They never showed me the love I craved,
They never hugged,
They never kissed,
They never said I love you,
They never showed concern for me,
But they are my family.
They used me,
They abused me,
They took advantage,
They let me bend over backwards,
They never returned a favour,
But they are my family.
I never thought I'd miss them,
I'm not sure if I do.
I might only miss the younger two.
I might only miss the two, too young to hurt me so.
But I don't know.
As tears drip down my face,
I wonder why.
Why do I miss those who hurt me so?
Why do I care when they don't?
And why does hurt more to admit I miss them,
Than to say that I don't?
Yes they hurt me.
More than once.
More than twice.
More than I can remember possible...
So why do I let myself cry for them?
Responses:
WHOEVER GUARDS HIS MOUTH AND TONGUE KEEPS HIS SOUL FROM TROUBLES (Proverbs 21:23)