From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought
not to be so.
Words are powerful. With simple words, I have been taken to the brink of destruction, and I have seen the edge of my sanity. With a few precious words, I've been brought back from the brink and picked up from the ground. I have seen and known the power of words.
I can't trust myself. My own words are often so reckless. I find myself controlled by forces within me that mean nothing but harm, forces that see pain as a means to an end. It is a constant bubbling spring within me. I want it gone.
There is no point to causing pain with our words. There is no benefit from the pain of others. My spirit wants to do good. Christ in me wants to be love, and wants love to be my defining characteristic. This cannot happen with the internal treachery brought about by my lack of self-control.
All of this to say, I need to have better control of my words.
Church Plant Worship Leader, Youth Minister, Husband, Corporate Drone, Grad Student, and a Texan in a strange land known by the locals as "Arizona", which, when translated from the original Greek, means "Place that is not as cool as Texas."