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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.”
...the Lord stirred up the spirit of Cyrus king of Persia... Ezra 1:1
Dear Lord God,
We ask for your supernatural stirring inside our human hearts. Move within the hearts of those who do know you, and also of those who don't. Blow your refreshing wind into us so that we not only long to do your will, but we also commit to the task until it it complete. Move mountains first in us, then through us. In Jesus' Name, Amen.