I think I suffer from diarrhea of the mouth. It's incredibly scary when I think that I'll be judged for every word I speak because I honestly don't know what's right and what's wrong. If I went around examining everything I was going to say I probably wouldn't say anything. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, after all the wise holds his tongue, right?
Line me up with the fools who need a rod on their back.
It's such a paradox. I'll be judged for every word deserving of lashes but before the throne of judgement I am clothed in Christs perfect rightoeusness. I can't quite grasp the depths of God's grace.
All I know is that it gives me hope and as I look forward to the day I see God keep all the promises He has granted in Christ, I am being changed. Even if it seems like a turtles pace to me. He is satisfied with me because He is satisfied with Christ.
So I'll keep letting the abundace of my heart speak and trusting in God to continue to change the source. After all, He is probably using all the times of conviction to do that changing work and I wouldn't want to miss out on that now would I? I may seem foolish but I'd much rather be broken for what I said than proud that I didn't say it.
Wow, there is so much I don't understand and so much that I have to learn.