Don't You Hate That?
Nothing tastes more sour than eating your own words.
I spew them forth, pontificating sage advice, only to have those same words reverberate - ricocheting off everyone around me - and smack! hit me right between my eyes. Ouch. It's especially bad if I write them. There they are, scripted in stone, or maybe cyberspace, ever ready to come back to haunt me. Did I say that? That's what I said I believed - now that I'm where the rubber meets the road - am I going to live by those words, or peel out in the opposite direction leaving tread marks - not just on the pavement, but possibly on someone's heart, including my own?
God surely must be laughing (with me not at me) at how I stumble along this path of life, thinking I have it all worked out, that I know the direction I'm headed...
Don't you hate it when you have to admit you're wrong? Especially to your children. It's not so bad when you're the one to point it out - but when they nail you - ouch. Double ouch.
I remember standing in our kitchen with my husband years ago. I don't remember what insignificant thing we were "discussing" (read "arguing about") but things were heating up when our teenage son walked into the middle of it. He grabbed a drink from the refrigerator and paused a moment in the doorway to take a swig, then said, "You guys know how stupid you sound - right?" and turned and walked out the door. My husband and I looked at each other a moment, then busted out laughing. Sometimes a verbal sledge-hammer (especially 'out of the mouths of babes') works wonderfully well in stopping us in our tracks - or words, as it were.
What we say is important. Matthew 12:36 tells us that for "every idle word men may speak, they will give account of it in the day of judgment." In this age of reality tv, websites and blogging, there are a lot of idle words out there...
Perhaps "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong" are some of the most important words we should practice saying.
All for Him
Missy
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