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By Trudy Newell
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My cell phone chimed “Chariots of Fire”. I jumped as I recalled the doctor’s appointment I had in Athens. Sure enough, it was the doctor’s office asking where I was. To answer that questions, I was sixty miles away in Anderson with one of our church members who needed a ride to her doctor’s appointment.
Oops! I had done it again. I hadn’t written the appointment in my pocket calendar. I missed the voice message they left on my phone.
Why couldn’t I be more like my sister,” I mused. “I’d faint if she ever double-booked.”
But I’m not Glenda. I’m spontaneous and make commitments before I think. My feet follow where my tongue takes me. I tend to speak before I think. This sure gets me into trouble.
“Lord, help.” I groaned.
I remember my last night in Nairobi before a trip to the States. The plane left at 11:30 p.m. We were gathered together getting ready to head out to the airport. In walked Surinder to say goodbye. She handed me a box of Indian pastries and sweets as a parting gift. We hugged and she left.
“What in the world am I going to do with this,” I asked somewhat frustrated. “I can’t get beyond customs with this. What was Surinder thinking?”
Everyone chuckled at the typical way our South Asian friends do things. The laughter ceased and there was dead silence as Surinder walked back in. The look on her face told me she had heard every word. I would never hurt Surinder intentionally, but once again I had blown it. Two left feet, and I wound up putting both in my mouth that night. When will I ever learn?
My tongue sometimes takes me on a tangent. I lose my way and forget what the Lord wants me to do. I listen to the wrong people and without thinking follow them rather than the Lord.
I react to situations around me, instead of acting as the godly woman I so long to be. I’ll say words I don’t mean that can wound people. I tear up when I realize the words I’ve spoken can never be taken back.
Some people, like Glenda, naturally edit their words before speaking. It saves them lots of heartache, but they have other challenges. My tongue is my biggest difficulty. It’s only by God’s grace that gossip is not a huge problem.
Every day I pray Psalm 19:14 (NIV) “May the words of my mouth and meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” I also put feet to my prayers. I trust God will help my feet follow, not where my tongue takes me, but where my Shepherd leads me.
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