Sometimes I get all fired up . . . so fired up that my letting loose would possibly be too intense.
I’ve had one of those weeks.
Can’t sleep for all that’s rolling around in my brain.
Can’t have a normal conversation or make small talk because all I want to do is stand on the rooftop and preach to nobody, anybody and everybody.
There is a lot on my heart. But how to say it right?
For this reason, I’ve been quiet these past days. Okay, quieter than my normal quiet.
I want to be soaked in prayer and a little more sure that God’s behind me all the way before I go stomping forward with fiery words.
Father, guard my tongue so that my words are only yours. Helpful in edification.
Father let loose my tongue when I am tempted to hold back – afraid of the dangerous repercussion. Truly the Holy Spirit can do marvelous things – but it’s not always roses and sunshine, is it? Sometimes it’s fire, and fire burns . . . it burns away the bad so the goodness can shine.
Father, lead me.