I love words.
I love to read them.
But there’s a lot of times that I have no idea what to say.
When a friend is struggling in her marriage.
When someone has lost a loved one and is grieving their heart out.
When someone’s child is hurt or dying.
When someone uses their words to hurt others.
I just don’t know what to say.
Sometimes when I feel silence approaching, I fill dead air with dead words.
Sometimes I speak Christianese in hopes to make the person feel better.
Sometimes all I need to do is to STOP TALKING and listen to what God wants me to say.
Sometimes all they need from me is not empty words, but open arms.
Do you realize how crazy important words are?
It literally took 3 verses in Genesis for God to speak the universe into existence.
Realize, there was nothing.
Then there were words.
Genesis 1:3…”God spoke”
Proverbs 18:21 says that, “Words kill, words give life; they’re either poison or fruit—you choose.”
I realized recently that it takes the same amount of energy to speak life over or into someone’s life than it does to speak death.
That it is MY decision as to what was coming out of my mouth.
Seconds would determine whether or not I was going to light into someone or speak encouragement.
Seconds that could possibly affect that person’s eternity…
James also says that the tongue is but a small part of a body, but it holds great potential.
He compares our tongue to:
–a small spark that can set a forest on fire.
–a rudder that can steer a huge ship through rough waters.
–a bit in horse’s mouth that can navigate a powerful animal.
A tongue is just as powerful.
It goes on to say that fresh water and salt water can’t flow out of the same fountain.
In other words, I can’t encourage a co-worker and then lay into my children 5 minutes later.
I mean, I can, but it wouldn’t honor God or the relationship I have with the person.
So knowing that my words hold so much power, not because I am anyone, but because I am living and breathing and have people in my life, I should more often STOP and think before I speak.
I shouldn’t feel so much pressure to fill the space just to save myself from feeling awkward.
Because *gasp* it’s not about me…
Well, I take that back.
It is about me…
It’s about me always being about Him.
And me pointing others to Him.
And me making Him famous.
And me always needing to ere on the side of love.
And me allowing God to fill in the blanks.