“Lord, I ask that today, when I open my mouth to speak, my default is encouragement and not sarcasm.”
This has been my prayer of late. It’s a desire that my heart is chasing on a daily basis.
Believe me when I say, I have come a very long way over the years. A few years ago, in particular, the Lord began to speak to me on the topic. He showed me the impact that an encouraging word brings and how they open a door for the recipient to receive His truth.
Words that heal and not harm.
Words that build up and not tear down.
Words that shift atmospheres and cause the darkness to flee.
This is what I want.
I look back and think about the times when I have been the recipient of sarcasm. Sure, some of those words made me laugh in the moment, but there’s always those moments that linger. The ones that make you wonder if there was any truth behind them.
And yes, it’s usually something really stupid, but . . .
You can’t help but think to yourself, when the lights go out and you’re alone, staring up at the ceiling in your bed,
“Is that how they really see me? Is that who I am?”
Of course, it’s not like we can control how people receive our words. But I suppose what I’m getting at is this:
“Lord, give me strategies on how to speak in a way that is intentional and with grace.”
We all experience times when the enemy seems to be shooting lies, like arrows, over and over. Attacking our insecurities and identities.
I don’t want to contribute to THOSE arrows.
I want my arrows to be the ones that attack the arrows of the enemy. Strategically sent out. Splitting the lies before they hit their target.
This is something I know can only be accomplished if I am taking the time to sit with the Lord. I need His heart for people.
That’s where you get the power to shift atmospheres just by walking into the room.
I want His heart.
I was reading in Matthew 12 this morning:
“For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.”
So, I cry out . . .
“Lord, I need Your heart.”
I may have shared this before, but a very dear friend of mine passed away a few years ago. It’s still sad, but I have such joy because the last conversation we had was epic.
They took the time in that moment to share how proud they were of me and what God has done in my life, and I was able to do the same and tell them how much they have contributed to my story in a positive way.
When I think about how they are no longer here, this is the memory I have.
On the other hand, not all of my last conversations with people have been this positive. I realize, I can’t always control that and sometimes it was completely out of my control because I was on the receiving end. But . . .
That one positive conclusion to my friendship with that dear person makes me want to take every opportunity to do that for someone else.
We don’t always know when a moment with someone is going to be our last. Sometimes life happens and you lose touch. Sometimes it’s with a stranger in Walmart and you may never see them again—as much as I rant about hating Walmart, I did have an opportunity to speak life into someone there the other day.
The point is that we don’t know, which is why we should try (if we can) to not leave loose ends. To do our part, at least, and allow God to move through us.