Suddenly I was sick of speaking. I was tired of talking. So, I decided to stop opening my big mouth.
I've cut back on Facebook, I've basically killed my Twitter bird, and I have been working hard at watching what I say around my family and friends.
And of course, my best efforts aren't producing the best results.
It's hard to tame the tongue.
It's pretty much impossible.
So, I found myself failing. I cried out to God and asked him for the ability to curb my commenting.
It didn't seem like He was listening.
I argued with my husband over a door lock that very day. This might be a good time to tell you that I don't lose. I mean, IF it seems like I'm going to lose an argument, it's an illusion. I just. don't. lose.
Sometimes winning is it's own form of losing. As I watched the flames of my fighting rise higher and higher, I tried to retrace my steps and figure out how I opened my mouth when I was being so careful to shut it.
I felt abandoned. I had been trying. I had been asking. Was God listening? He didn't seem to be helping.
Then.
I woke up and I couldn't talk.
Seriously.
I guess you could be a boring Bob and chalk it up to the cold I had been sporting a few days earlier. I called my friend to whisper-shout the news of my inability to gab.
She laughed and squealed, "DUDE! God is totally telling you something!"
Now...if only I could listen...
Have you guys been practicing Lent? How's it going?
