Open Mouth, Insert Foot
Our youngest daughter saw the dentist today and had a tooth pulled. Didn’t hurt a bit but now her tongue can’t stay away from the hole left behind. Apparently, this frustrated her because she said to me in all seriousness, “Dad, can you tell my tongue to stop thinking the tooth is still there?”
Oh, if only it were that easy. I’d have a few things to say. I’d tell it to stop speaking out of turn and to think before it goes to work. I’d tell it to stop using words that bite and sting and hurt. To never again tell a lie or use sarcasm. And for the love of Pete to stop inviting my foot to join it. I’d tell it to only speak words that edify and encourage and inspire. To use itself to spread joy and love.
Boy, I’d have a few things to say to it if it would only listen.
But unfortunately . . . “the tongue is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.” (James 3:6)
Controlling the tongue is not as easy as simply telling it what to do (don’t I wish). It needs to be tamed first then trained. And that takes practice, will-power, self-control, patience, and lots of prayer.
Anyone have any suggestions for taming and training the tongue? Something you’ve found that works?