There is always an effort that needs to be made regarding the care of someone’s heart. The heart is the residence of feeling, of emotion, of truth. When one blurs the lines between truth and lies, between feeling or emotion and reality, most individuals interpreting received signals interpret wrongly. It is important to not only communicate clearly, but to consciously think about how another person is going to receive what you are about to say. I don’t necessarily believe in censorship. I do, however, believe in tact. I am an honest person; I like to say what I mean and mean what I say as much as possible. In the past (and sometimes in the present when I don’t want to put forth the effort to be kind), I have used my honesty as an excuse for being rude, harsh, or inconsiderate. In those situations, almost instantly my heart puts my mouth in check and I feel awful about being so unkind. For this I love my conscience. Still, I sincerely hate having to backtrack and try to restate myself, or backpedaling until I’ve gotten myself confused and the other person even more insulted. It would be so much more mature and wise to learn to be honest in love and to speak my mind with kindness and then follow it up with actions.
My heart has such good intentions but at times lacks the ability to discern whether a situation permits action accordingly. I am continually struck by the power of communication. It is the instrument of hurt and healing, feuds and freedom. Sometimes I feel quite verbally inept. Our tongues, capable of purely beauteous expression, can at the next moment be completely damning. Perhaps every now and again it is better to not only think before speaking, but to just remain silent.
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