“…only a foolish inmate will try to escape during a lock-down. A clever inmate will seek his freedom in the routine, when the correctional officers are numbed by the sameness of everyday. If the correctional officers are not continually vigil, an inmate could easily slip through with the routine.
Therefore, a guard is necessary to check the door of the prison at all times.”
This post comparing guarding our the words that come out of our mouths to a guard at a prison really got me thinking: when do the worst words I speak come out? Usually it’s during the mundane, the routine that I slip out something horrible, damaging, and cruel.
I recommend reading the full post (link above).
Right now I have a horrible, no good, terrible cold. Early in the progression of the virus, I had a sore throat that made talking painful. I thought meticulously about what words I would use because each one cost me something physically.
I have to admit, though, I often don’t think about my word choices until it’s too late: once the horrible words that reveal the darkness in my heart come out, then I cry out to God to work in my heart. The reality is that I need to be constantly be praying this prayer that David pleaded to God, because not only do I want the words that come out of my mouth and thus my heart to be not evil, I want them to be good:
“Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O LORD, my rock and my redeemer.”
-Psalm 19:14 (ESV)
“Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.”
-Ephesians 4:29 (ESV)
I want my heart to be less like a prison yard and more like a garden that my Savior delights to walk in.