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Respite For the Weary
Words. Choice words.
Words can hurt, words can heal.
Words can tear down, words can build up.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue. Pr. 18:21
In heated relational situations, is my tongue like a machete that swings with vast and defining blows? Or is it like a surgeon’s scalpel, that makes a small and accurate incision for the purpose of healing and hope?
Words. Choice words.
Words can destroy, words can restore.
Words can confuse, words can infuse.
Words can deform, words can transform.
“Lord, help me with my words. Make my words, Your words. May I pause and pray and hear Your voice telling me what to say, and what not to say. Set a guard over my mouth, Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips (Ps 141:3). I only want to speak words that heal, build up, infuse, create, and transform.
Words. Yes, O God, I want to speak…
Your choice words.”
Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch...and they filled both boats, so that they began to sink. But when Simon Peter saw that, he fell down at Jesus’ feet...(Luke 5:4-8).
Dear Lord,
May we never underestimate your power and your purpose. Thank you for allowing us to participate as we step out in faith and obey your voice. Overwhelm us with your unending love one more time today so we can then run and share it with others. In Jesus' Name, Amen.