I’m sure you have heard the old joke about Sampson. “Sampson killed a thousand men with the jawbone of an ass. Some of us do the same thing every day.” We can use our mouth to build up or tear down. We have a great deal of power in that one little muscle, the tongue. What we say is just as important as how we act. This includes the little things we speak into our mind each day. I am trying to be more aware of how I talk to those around me and myself. Really, I am. It’s not always apparent when I am driving, but I am making an effort to clean up my words.
Lately this has been a challenge. Have you ever noticed that when you make a decision to do something pleasing for the Lord, you are suddenly faced with a lot of chances to test your resolve? Someone will cut you off in traffic, your kids forget to do the dishes, or your daughter dyes her hair green. All valid reasons to spew venom into the air. But is it worth it? You have a bad hair day, or in my case week. Do you really need to curse your reflection before you storm out the door? No none of these things are really worth the energy and anger.
After a long day, I just have to keep telling the ass to keep her jawbone snapped shut!
Does the Kermit the frog hair bother me? A little. The pink hair was adorable, the blue hair was fine, but the green hair is a little too ninja turtle for my taste. But it is just hair, it will grow out eventually and then be dyed another color of the rainbow.
Do the less than conscientious drivers in the next car bother me? A little. But does it really do any good to yell at them through the windshield, it ruins my signing voice and they can’t hear me anyway. Maybe I should just pray for their safety and the safety of everyone else on the road at that time.
Dishes are a never ending battle, and kids can be forgetful. A nudge in the right direction is far more effective than using disparaging words like lazy or loafer. I’m not perfect, I should cut the kids some slack.
And when I look in the mirror and am once again disappointed in the reflection I see, I need to turn off the light and walk out of the bathroom. I doubt God cares that my nose is too big or my hair is too flat. I need to give myself a break as well.
So another day where I wasn’t quite the ideal I sought to be, but God is good. And at least the jawbone of this ass didn’t slay anyone today. Small victories.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.