A telephone conversation just now got me to thinking ‘bout our mouths, mine first, actually, the person on the other end of the call’s first, then mine, then ours.
Been around the mountain a whole bunch of times over my tongue; now, I get teary angry when I witness a verbal assassination, no matter the victim or perpetrator. My heart breaks and I run for my sword. I have a Deborah/Peter spirit, what can I say? We all do it all the time to ourselves and everybody else.
I initiated a conversation yesterday with the intent of clearing the air with a sister I felt set me up, but I messed up. I told her what I knew about the human weapon she’d set against me. I walked around all afternoon with a gnawing anxiety; woke up with it this morning too. Couldn’t figure it out; called myself searching myself and I couldn’t see where I’d been anything less than righteous. Then my phone rang and I was listening to this girl commit suicide with her words. Ya’ll know me well enough by now to know I started preaching Kingdom, as instant as sucking air. She was encouraged when we got off, glory to God, and I was all set to write the word the Spirit had given me to speak, when that same Spirit held up a mirror. The things I said yesterday concerning the human tool were flat true, but they weren’t kind and they sure didn’t love. I lost my intent and operated out of my pain. Betrayal sucks, but it’s a lousy reason to relinquish one’s power. You know I had to repent, thank you Jesus for the blood, and pray to be open to the way to make it right.
I like to give ample scripture when I write about the things of God/dess, but not today. Today I simply ask you to focus on your mouth. Does what you’re saying line up with what God says about you and whosoever?
One more thing before I close, if you please? I am a deep rooted, tree by the water Christian; the Bible is my litmus test for truth. I believe in Christ and him crucified, resurrected and reigning. And I’m real straight; somebody said “black coffee,” about how I speak the word, but I know that I know that I know God is Love. I can’t begin to comprehend the enormity of the love God/dess me and I know you’re loved exactly the same way. Love builds; it nurtures and encourages. Love believes; it prospers and grows. Love conquers all. I’m come outta the KJV Bible, because that’s where I’m planted. I’ve always heard it preached, “Jesus is the only way”, usually based on “I am the way, the truth and the life, no man cometh to the Father but through me.” I think perhaps those word have been grossly twisted by tradition? Jesus was a man; Christ is the anointing of love, peace, authority, power, provision, truth, joy and conscious, aware co-creating life. No book is the temple or the dwelling place of the Most High God. I am; you are; the breath that fires your spirit and mine is the Divine’s. Sects, traditions, religions and denominations aside, by whatever name Spirit has given your lips, we are all born of the One. If my words are strong and my manner a bit brass, I can only pray, they add a measure of steel to your spirit and fire you to walk in your birthright dominion everyday.
Multiplied blessings to all, and watch your, oh so powerful, mouth.
