But thanks be to God!
He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:57
My father was the kindest, funniest, wisest man in my small world of childhood. He could also swear like a drunken sailor, and I – who was attached as closely to him as I could get - absorbed that vocabulary like a thirsty sponge. Gaining that dubious proficiency was automatic. Getting rid of it? That’s been another matter altogether.
The Lord and I have had many
talks about my speech over the years. I
wish I could tell you that no longer need to have those talks, but that would
not be the truth. What I have learned in
my long struggle with my tongue is that victory is a daily gift. There is now a small voice that alerts me, “Ooops. Bad word approaching!” Some would call that my conscience. I prefer to think of it as Jesus’ gentle
voice, saying: “Come on, Sherrie, get a grip.”
Every victory gives the strength to conquer the next. Thanks be to God!
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