Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.

The clever little cliche holds no truth at all.

Satan, you know me all to well. Better than anyone in this world. And it is scary. You can get to me like no one else can. And you can do it through people I love, people I respect. It hurts, and you know it. I wasn’t ready for this, and that’s what you wanted. 

And that is why I have you. Jesus Christ, my lover and savior. You knew I was going to go through this, and you allowed it to happen. And in some sort of crazy way, I thank you. I don’t know why yet, but you did it for some reason.

I ask that you give me the strength to forgive. There is no point on dwelling in that time, no matter the cruelness of those words.