Through words and pictures, we walk the winding trails of the untamed west. As a Wyoming Christian author, I breathe in the beauty around me and put it on paper, but I dare all to take a leap into God's country. Learn of its untold stories and discover . . . where the wild meets the Forgiven.
Are these words
familiar? Where have you heard them? Do they ever float around in your mind or
pass your lips?
I’ve heard them
many times. Thanks to God for His forgiveness, I’ve spoken them as well. I pray
with all my heart that no one else does. Why? Because you never know who’s
Colossians 3:8-10 “But now you must also rid yourselves
of all such things as these: anger, rage, malice, slander, and filthy language
from your lips. Do not lie to each other, since you have taken off your old
self with its practices and have put on the new self, which is being renewed in
knowledge in the image of its Creator.”
I can hear the
questions now. Why would she say something so mean? She could really do that? Gasp!
For the record,
it was before I became a Christian and I was a child but I still remember the
day like yesterday. A friend and I had an awful fight and said horrible things
to each other with disregard to our audience. It was only a matter of days
before the entire school knew what happened. One disagreement turned into
another then another and soon, our friendship was a thing of the past.
I agonized over
this for years and not because of the lost friendship. Friends come and go, for
many reasons, that’s how it goes. No, what hurt me so much was the fact that my
former friend died several months later. She was gone in the blink of an eye and
I couldn’t say, I’m sorry.
classmates taunted. At home, I cried. I learned the hard way that words have
ramifications. They are like two-edged swords and cut both ways. I was
Psalm 64:3 “They
sharpen their tongues like swords and aim cruel words like deadly arrows.”
It wasn’t until years later, even years
after I became a Christian, that the Lord taught me that only He can heal festering
wounds. And oh, what a wound that was.
peeled the old layers of self-hate, recrimination, and guilt away. He bathed it
in love, joy, and peace and healed the painful sore. Praise Him for all He has
scar is still there and it serves to remind me of the power of an ill-spoken
word. I’m more careful now, not because of guilt or shame but because I know
Today, I strive
to praise the Lord each day. Love my neighbor (even when I’m driving), and
control my tongue. After all, Christ died for all and I never know who’s
Jeremiah 17:14 “Heal
me, Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for You are the
one I praise.”