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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.”
Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. Isaiah 43:1
Dear Lord,
When we turn to you with a repentant heart, you promise to redeem every lawless deed (Titus 2:14)! No sin is too great to be covered by your mercy, and no mess is too hopeless to be restored with your grace. Thank you for loving us in spite of us. You delightfully call us your own. In Jesus' Name, Amen.