Here's the thing: I have found that my foot has been in my mouth a lot more lately than I would like it to. And sometimes, I just can't help myself, I can't SHUT. UP. I get all caught up, thinkin' I'm super smart and have some "divine" word to add. Or even worse, I need to be noticed, like a five year old who just wants mommy to look when she says "look mommy, look look look look look look, mommy… LOOK!" Seriously. *ugh*
I commit, and then need to cut and run.
I give advice, and can't keep it.
I talk about revolution, and then ask for the remote control and to pass the chocolate bon bons.
I find myself using the buzzword 'change', but find that the only change I really know is the .48 cents in my pocket.
I am sick to death of myself, my false words, my hyperbole, rants, broken promises. And still I long, and know that I do have something to offer, some added value. If only I could shut up long enough and be diligent enough to listen and follow.
Come, Lord Jesus. Come. Someone needs your healing and holy duct tape across her mouth. Amen.