Why oh why do I keep doing that? Allowing my mouth to become an uncontrollable fountain spraying reckless words around, not caring who gets soaked in their wake? Why is it that I don’t have a safety valve that lets out a warning siren reminding me to filter…to think…to wait and consider if they’re even necessary? Have you let words flow freely without thinking about them first?
I can’t cram the words back in my mouth. I can’t keep them from being heard. It’s. Too. Late. It’s as if my vocal cords have a mind of their own. Like there’s this little out-of-control-mega-phone-toting-minion who’s taken charge of my tongue.
It’s much easier to sit here and type my thoughts. Highlight. Delete. Try again. Read. Reread. Correct. Oh & of course, pray. I can work on these words for as much as a week at a time, maybe even longer. I can tweak. Ponder. And get to as close to perfection as humanly possible.
Wouldn’t it be great if our conversations with one another could be filtered with pauses and thought…prayer for pity sakes! Before we spew them out on an unsuspecting bystander? The result of this reckless behavior leaves us staring into a dumbfounded face who’s wondering why on earth you just said that to them? There could be consequences that aren’t so easily reversed.
I was in a conversation the other day sharing that the verse in Romans 7:15 was written with ME in mind. I honestly don’t understand why I say what I say sometimes. Why I’ve found myself in another moment where I’m putting my fist to forehead and saying to myself, “why did you say that?”
Thank God, He delivers us from ourselves and our wretched tongues! I try to extend the same grace I so desperately need from others. Because after all isn’t the tongue a fire that can set a whole forest on fire?