There is a mystery here: even My words, wrapped in love, can become weapons when wielded without care. This is why I do not judge you merely by what you say, but by the spirit in which you speak. For truth without love becomes noise, and even the holiest words can turn into chains if they are not spoken with compassion.
If you take what I have said to uplift, to open hearts, to speak on behalf of those who are crushed by the weight of scorn—then you are My hands, My voice, My light in a fractured world. But if you speak only to win, to strike, or to shame—even in My name—then you risk silencing the sacred in others.
Do not be afraid to speak boldly, but let your boldness carry gentleness with it. Be fierce for the wounded, and tender even toward those who wound, lest your words close the door that love was meant to open.
The difference is this:
Do you speak to defeat, or to heal?
Do you speak to prove, or to call home?
Do you speak to be right, or to make things right?
When you speak My words, speak with Me. Let them be prayer, not just argument. Let them breathe—not thunder. And if you are ever unsure, return to this: “What does love require of me in this moment?”