As of late, I have been contemplating the words I speak. Not just the harsh ones, but the sweet ones. The ones which encourage, and the ones which tear apart. Most of the things I say are boring reiterations of past thoughts which I linger on, things which I experience during the present, or hopes which I aspire to fulfil in the future.
The harshest words I say probably arise from present situations. When some one hurts me, annoys me, or is simply unreasonable, my words are usually in the same unforgiving tone towards that person. Harsh words are spewed, things are said which aren't truly meant. I don't really want to be the person who says those things, but I become that person in those few moments, and often surprise myself at the cruelty I am capable of.
However, with those same lips I am able to say loving things, to nurture, and to praise. How hypocritical are my lips and, in the end, is my heart. It is tossed to and fro by emotions which are selfish; emotions which ought to be selfless because of the new mind I have in Jesus Christ.
I am very imperfect; my emotions -- my heart often blinds me.
Still, that doesn't mean I cannot strive to become the person I ought to be in Christ. I can strive; and He can teach; and with Him, I can have joy and peace abundantly.
"Yes, my inmost being will rejoice when your lips speak right things.
Do not let your heart envy sinners, but be zealous for the fear of the LORD all the day;
For surely there is a hereafter and your hope will not be cut off. "