What they don’t see, when they’re talking about me, are the tears that wet my pillow, as I cry myself to sleep.
What they don’t see, when they’re talking about me, is the way my shoulders slump, as I try to shrink away.
What they don’t see, when they’re talking about me, is how hard it is for me to mention it to anyone, for fear of shame.
What they don’t see, when they’re talking about me, is that I am starting to believe the words they say about me.
So they keep talking…
Junior High has been such a challenging year! And the school year is not over yet! My heart is aching for my daughter – she has struggled the better part of the year with bullying. I teach her, as the Word says, to love your enemies, bless those that curse you… But, it’s so hard to hear her cry herself to sleep!
As women, girls, we have to get it right! Why slander one another, when society does a fine job of that, must we do it to ourselves/ each other as well? Too often we see young girls attempt, or complete suicide, on account of bullying. When will enough be enough?
I work to build up my children daily. What do you do, when they leave your covering and the message that they receive tears them down? No one said this would be easy. God can make something beautiful out of this. I have only to trust and believe, as I guide her through this tough time, that it is all apart of His master plan… We have only to endure the process. As we know the process can be painful, that is where we have the lesson.