I sigh a deep breathe of relief. How could a 45-minute conversation release a golf course size mound of anxiety in my spirit? The exchange of words, emotions, messages, what we wish to convey, the questions asked all in accord with what we actually hear and what we comprehend.
How the slight bit of pride, fear, and apathy could cause a tidal wave. Not a storm in the flesh and blood as in a brawl in the dorm or gossip in the kitchen but a tidal wave in the spirit. Mute mouths bring doubts, accusations, concoctions, and worries which RISE & MAKE WAR against the powers of communication, which bring forth peace, love, patience, and kindness.
May the dominion of the Son bring forth such strength as to smite the deep and unfulfilled actions of the idle tongue.