December 15, 2012

• Just Life

  I am a girl under conviction right now… The other night I was reading James 1. One of my favorite chapters because of the last verse.

  “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.”

  

  But this time it was like the verse before it was in bold.

  “Those who consider themselves religious and yet do not keep a tight rein on their tongues deceive themselves, and their religion is worthless.”

  You can adopt orphans until you’re house is overflowing, you can help widows for the rest of your days, but if you’re tongue is out of control that pure religion is worthless.

  So my prayer the past few days has been, “God, my tongue is yours.” And I know for my tongue to be affected, my thoughts need a revival as well. I’m pretty darn honest about myself on this blog, but admitting that I don’t have control of my tongue a lot of the time is a whole new pot of honesty. My dilemma that I am bringing to God now is, “God teach me how to use my tongue in a way that brings you honor without becoming an over spiritual “praise the Lord” gushie. It seems kind of odd to ask God to help me not become over spiritual, but I’m doing it anyway. However, while I am at it, I am asking God to help me love and admire the spiritual “praise the Lord” gushies and quit asking questions in my head like, “I wonder if when they stub their toe when they’re alone, if they cuss?” Because seriously whether they let a cuss word slip or not, how admirable is it that they are always so chirpy? It is probably because they spend a lot more time with God in the morning than I do. So take that me.

  

  Yesterday we took the kids to the zoo. I am so very proud of them right now. Their lives are changing so much. Christmas is a little blah since we aren’t decorating or putting up a tree and we don’t get to be with family. But they haven’t complained at all. We spent four hours at the zoo yesterday and every minute was special. Right before walking in I read about the shootings in Connecticut and it only made me value the time even more. Life is so precious.

  

  Tomorrow they are in the kids choir program at church. They both have parts, and I am thankful the lights will be low so no one will see me wiping my eyes like a granny. Tomorrow is also mine and Blake’s twelve year anniversary. Next year we will be teenagers.

  

  Here’s to a weekend of treasuring our children, making memories, and controlling our tongue.

  

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