I’m limping a bit today with a sore foot. Yesterday I stepped on a piece of broken glass, a bottle someone took to the beach and left. In time the wave’s action would have dulled the gleaming shard into a matte piece of opaque glass, but it was new and fresh when my foot stepped on it, able to slice through bare skin. I think of those sharp words I speak to others when I’m annoyed, impatient, or angry. They too slice and hurt, cutting into someone’s sense of self-worth. If I had held them back, I could have dulled their impact like the wave’s action on the glass. Forgive me, Father, and help me seek forgiveness from those who have been wounded by my jagged, cutting words. May I speak your truth in a way that heals rather than hurts. Amen.