Ice Pick or Paint Brush - Post #2

Thank you ladies for the comments to Post #1. I will definitely read about Mrs. Edwards, Sonia. As for walking and reading on the treadmill, I am prone to car sickness and motion sickness in general but I am thankful I am able to read on the treadmill. I read my magazines on the treadmill.

I am not sure anyone will read this post because I am posting this late. I just have to share something I heard on the radio this afternoon. I was so convicted that I just wanted to break down and cry. I guess if I write about it in a post I will feel better. I am hoping it will help you if you need it and it will help me to know that I am not the only "sharp" one.

I heard a 5 minute radio clip entitled Real Families. The spokesperson basically said we can either be an ice pick or a paint brush with our words. As we relate to our husbands (I would add w/anyone in general), we can damage our mate by using words that are sharp and pick and chisel away at who they are. We can literally damage them by using words we know will hurt them in a moment of anger. We often do this purposely. Ouch! Why would we want do this to the one we love? Why do I do this to the man I claim makes up my whole world? On the flip side, we can use words that paint a beautiful smile on our husbands. We can create a scene of wonderful assurance, strength and admiration in our husband's life, just by using positive words and give meaningful compliments.

Ladies, when I am angry with Kevin, I admit I don't hold back. I become a blabbering idiot at times. I do this to make myself feel good, but it is not my intention to destroy my husband's confidence in who he is. I never consider that my words are "picking" away at him. This radio spot has dulled my point and I am grateful. From now on ladies when this wife is angry she will have to be the ice and cool off and stuff the cube in her mouth to shut up! I want my words to paint a picture of truth. One that displays every thing I think my husband is...kind, responsible, caring, and handsome!

Thanks for letting me air out...confess. I feel better already. Time to go look for a paint brush!