Happy Monday y’all! I hope you had a relaxing and spiritually fulfilling Sunday. I know I did. It didn’t start out that way. As I sat in our usual spot in church yesterday morning my mind was running 100 miles in the opposite direction and it took me a while to hear what was being said. The spirit finally got ahold of me though, and I was able to learn a lot. I also spent quite a bit of time in my bible after service…definitely doing my 30 minutes, plus some, for the day!
As you know, I’m studying the book of Romans and it’s some pretty gritty stuff you guys! I’m only through the first 2 chapters and already I feel like I’ve been sat down at one of our old family meetings we had growing up. Where dad usually headed the meeting and tabled everything that needed to be addressed. Usually it was what my brother and I needed to improve on and it was normally brought up in the form of a question, so that we had to actually think about our actions and an “I don’t know….” was not an acceptable answer.
Well one of those actions, which I have been trying for years to work on, caught up with me the other day and I was reminded of it while reading in chapter 2 of Romans.
I have love in my heart and I truly love the holy spirit that lives within me now! But, this mouth of mine… I wrote about it some in a previous blog of mine, so some of you may be familiar with this already, but there’s this shirt. Yep, that shirt, which I still have not purchased. This shirt summarizes it up pretty well. It says “I love Jesus, But this mouth.” Well this mouth of mine got me in trouble the other day.
I had picked our girls up from school and we had pulled into the garage and were getting out. The next thing I hear is my oldest saying “What the hell?” Of course I whipped around and said “Excuse me?! What did you just say?!” (Why we as parents always say that, I don’t know….I mean, do we really want them to repeat what we obviously don’t want them to say? The irony, I know.) Anyway, I told her that she is not to use that word because it’s a nasty word and there are nicer things she could say.
In my mind I was thinking, “Great…here comes the bad influence of letting our kids go to public school!” What she said next slapped me in the face, though. “But mom, you say it sometimes.” Ouch! Yeah, I’m not so proud of myself either. I’m normally careful about what I say in front of the kids. However, there is the occasional slip up when they overhear an argument or conversation I’m having with an adult. In those moments I am definitely not earning the teacher of the year award!
I may want to teach my children to be kind and respectful, but if I myself do not show that to them, then can I call myself a good teacher? It makes no difference what you claim to be if your actions say otherwise. That was one of the messages that I took away from my reading today and it makes me think of all the times that my mouth has not spoken with love, that which I claim to feel in my heart. I allow my emotions to get the better of me and satan sneaks in and carries it off on a crazy cycle.
As a wife, as a parent, as a friend and as a Christian, I need to be more aware of my words and my actions. Christian or not, I can not escape God’s judgement, “For there is no respect of persons with God.” (Romans 2:11)
“An instructor of the foolish, a teacher of babes, which hast the form of knowledge and of the truth in the law.”
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