But I didn't, and I was called upon to be accountable in the harshest way. Now it was my turn to be hurt and humiliated.
Dear Reader, I would love to say I'd never done anything like this before. I would love to, but I can't. Poisoned words (written and spoken) have been my Achilles heel since spearheading the subversive letter to the superintendent to get our music teacher fired in 4th grade. Yikes! What a brat!
A handful of decades later and being called into the principal's office for another lack of discretion wasn't any easier than the first time. I'd love to tell you those are the only two times my words have been my downfall. I'd love to, but I can't.
Good grief! I claim to be a woman of God. I have a children's outreach ministry that I'm passionate about, sharing the love, hope, and forgiveness found in Jesus Christ. And here I am, letting my mouth run off like a witless, bitless horse (James 3:3)!
Out of the same mouth come forth blessing and cursing. These things, my brethren, ought not to be so.
How many times have I read, quoted or admonished those words? Evidently, not enough for myself. But here's the thing, okay, two things, maybe three. Spoken words are like the proverbial toothpaste that can't be put back into the tube. Just because I let my words get the worst of/for me, that doesn't mean I stop trying to curb them, OR that I have to do it alone.
Maybe you're always in total control of your words. For the rest of us, I am extremely thankful we have a Heavenly Father who remembers we are dust (Psalm 103:14), whose forgiveness is endless and available every time we stumble.
Dear Reader, if this sounds a bit preachy, I apologize. Consider it as a conversation in my brain you accidentally overheard.