I was a freshman in college when an older friend took me for a walk and confronted me about the deathly sharpness of my tongue, how I could cut another student to pieces and leave them in shreds on the campus floor.
Since then, there has been grace.
The Holy Spirit dug out mounds of trash and began growing kindness, gentleness, and self-control in me.
I started to think that this new ‘me’ is the real me, the gracious and gentle me who loves others and keeps her tongue in check. I thought I had learned the lesson:
There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts,
but the tongue of the wise brings healing (Proverbs 12:18 ESV).
But it was pride, foolish pride.
Now, the Lord is breaking that self-righteousness right down. It stings and aches, and I’d just like Him to finish the construction project already so I can…
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