Words and the Sensitive Soul
Her words stung so deep, my heart shook to the core each time I replayed them in my mind. I shriveled up and wanted to disappear. Her words had power over me, and my sensitive soul wouldn’t let them slip away into nothingness. Instead, I was wounded, and my self-perceived identity was shaped by her words for years. That thing we do, us sensitive types? That thing where we take someone’s words and we replay them over and over again–it isn’t healthy, it isn’t of God’s heart. [Tweet “You see, sweet sisters, God created us sensitive, and there is nothing wrong…