He Treats Me to a Feast; Notes from my Abundant Life
Mind my heart and bind my tongue….
Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue keeps himself out of trouble.
For those who know me well, it will come as no surprise that I’m working on keeping a civil or silent, tongue in my head, It's not that I'm mean, just prone to be snarky. I didn’t have the best day yesterday, so rather than succumbing to frustration and the guilt associated with failing (again), I walked the dog. He’s cheaper than therapy, and keeps all my secrets. I also use the quiet time (since my dog’s not really a chatterbox) to pray, be still, and try to hear the answer to problems I’m facing.
Yesterday’s sermon was about scheduling time with God. Multi-tasking wasn’t first on the list, but as it increases the amount of time I assign to prayer and devotion, it’s not a bad start. I discovered a new mantra as the dog and I found our walking rhythm, “mind my heart and bind my tongue.” It was a prayer. It is my prayer.
There are so many times when, not thinking, we wound with words. I explained to my daughter that those wounds are like pricking a balloon with a pin. If the balloon’s not full of air, the damage can’t be seen. However, when you try to blow it up, the balloon doesn't inflate, and you find yourself dealing with very real consequences of actions previously taken without much thought. Is it really worth it to have the last word? Get in that quip that seemed so witty in your head? To chime in just to hear the sound of your own voice?
Today’s already a better day than yesterday, partly because I continued repeating my mantra as we walked this morning, my spiritual guide and me. Who knew that walking my dog could carry me closer to Grace? Just another reminder, there is abundance in my life I haven’t even seen yet….my dog, seriously? On a Monday, when you need it, just further evidence that God is Good.