I went to work one day and someone told me something about another.  I listened intently….  Wasn’t I just as bad for listening so intently?  Well, after she told me the 411 on this person, I felt a deep sadness for two reasons.  One was because someone trusted her enough to tell her something so deeply private about himself and she betrayed that confidence by sharing it with me.  The second reason for my deep sadness was because the secret really was troublesome. 

I hate gossip!  I do because it tears down rather than builds up.  It is an awful activity.  If we are not about building each other up, then what are we about to one another?  I don’t want my awkward or seemingly disastrous moments to be the highlight of someone’s day.  If you or I get some warped sense of satisfaction when hearing about another person’s unfortunate circumstances, what does that say about you …. or me?  I am guilty of it; I admit it but I must say that after having gossiped, I gained nothing and I felt nothing positive. 

Lord, help me to be a better worldly sister…