A boil raised up on the back of my neck. I sighed and complained to Grace, my coworker. It left me powerless to do anything about it. When I went to the chiropracter, he squeezed it and an ugly mess came out. Oh what relief!
Likewise, ugly and angry words fester and hurt others. My words do not always help and heal, but sometimes explode.
One of these times, we came out of a laundromat in Dallas, Texas. I forgot my husband’s uniforms. Poisonous words popped out of my mouth. Like a cancer, they infected my husband, Leon, and daughter, Lynette, as we drove home.
In such cases a prudent (careful) woman keeps silent. Words like, “I’m sorry that I forgot your uniforms,” calm life’s turbulent seas. I had forgotten God’s Word as well as the uniforms. No healing balm came to our family until I confessed, “I said hurtful words,” and then asked forgiveness. The balm of Gilead healed our pain.
A prudent woman understands how the other person feels. She deals with him with understanding and knowledge. Contrariwise, the fool breaks the law, regards not the feelings of others and falls hard.
Are we prudent or indiscreet? Do we minister healing balm in all of life’s situations or do we lay open our folly? Do we keep quiet and listen to others or do we open wide our mouths and shut our ears?
Dear Jesus: Please help me to guard my mouth. Keep me from hurtful words that fester like an ugly sore. Help me use my tongue as healing balm. Amen.
Lynn’s book, Our Lifeship, speaks about our tongues, that little member that can hurt or minister grace. This book is available through PayPal and more information can be seen at www.writingfrommyheart.com.