The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one's life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.
Another day where my mouth got the better of me. I am tired of living in fear of my tongue. I try to think of the right thing to say and the funniest thing to say and the wittiest thing to say, but somehow I end up saying the dumbest thing imaginable. On the good days I am hysterical and tolerable, but then the days like this occur where I am utterly annoying even to myself. The harder I try to please and elicit laughter from others, the more bizarre my behavior.
I need to focus my excess energy, my manic ups on the works of God. I may be a little of kilter, but I can accomplish a lot for God even in my wackado times. I must release my eagerness to please other people and fully embrace the calling God has for me in my life. I can’t carry on half in the world and half in the kingdom. I live in the world, but I can no longer be a part of it. I must move beyond my yearning for validation from fellow humans and become completely satisfied with the things of God.
Easy to say, hard to do. I love the people of the world not the things of the world. Seeking favor from men is a self-serving, self-abasing activity that makes me feel empty and absurd. I should love the people, but not their approval. I should seek God, but not overlook my fellow men. I must serve the Lord through my service to others. The only way that is possible is when I seek the favor of god first, and follow His will.
My cup runneth over, but so does my mouth! The best thing is that even after the day of repeated stupidity I experienced today, I am assured of forgiveness. I am loved even with my big mouth. I am loved even when I mess up. I am loved even with my shortcomings and it is the most wonderful feeling in the world.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.