Hey! Big mouth.

It is no secret that I am beginning a new chapter in my life, and anyone who has ended one chapter and begun another one knows that it is no easy task, especially when you are writing in ink with little room for error. I don't get to go back and erase and start over, not this time, because this chapter is different. This one is about me and God, it's about me getting things right, being an example to others, and finding my purpose in life, mainly, it's about me reaching my full Godly potential.


Well once again, God put me exactly where I needed to be, exactly when I needed to be there. I was lucky enough to be able to attend a Joyce Meyer conference last night and it wasn't irony that her message was all about our mouth. I have a really big mouth. I very rarely think before I speak and I say things that offend people without even realizing it. Although I hate to admit it, I have been known to say wonderful things about God and in the very next breath say things out of frustration that shouldn't be said. I have never really thought about how much our words mean until last night. Think about it: sometimes we say things out of anger and we can apologize but the words are never forgotten, we can say sweet things to people we care about and those words will be remembered forever, we can give advice to someone who desperately needs it and just those words could make the difference of a lifetime. I have said things that I know I shouldn't say and right after I say it I think, "you dummy, why did you just say that?!" After I say something incredibly stupid, I can feel God pull away from me just a little bit but it's enough for me to know He is disappointed in me.


Joyce Meyer asked the question, "How many messes have you made in your life just by your mouth?" That really got me thinking. How many times I have made a promise but broken it causing people to lose their trust in me? How many times have I told a lie to my parents causing them to not trust me? How many times have I messed things up in my life just by talking? The answer to that question is too many times and too many messes. It also got me thinking what if I hadn't made those messes, where would I be today? It was my mouth that got me kicked out of my parents house at 17.. What if I had kept my big mouth shut, would I still be living there? Of course, I can't live in the past and keep asking what if, but an important lesson can be taken from this. I can pray for God to help me think before I speak, I can pray that He can give me the words to say and help me refrain from saying the words I shouldn't, and just maybe I can stop making such huge messes out my life. Maybe then, I won't have to wonder what if I hadn't had said that, or wonder if I have messed up one of God's little plans leading up to His big plan for my life.