I’m Lucky He Didn’t Kill Me

I’m Lucky He Didn’t Kill Me

I got in trouble a lot growing up. But it wasn’t for being mischievous. No, it was mostly for stuff I said.

My dad used to tell me, “Joël, that outspoken nature of yours is going to be a powerful tool when you get older… If I don’t kill you before you get there.”

He would quote me Proverbs like:

There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing. (12:18)

Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits. (18:21)

Mom gave me a book to read once called Does Your Tongue Need Healing?

What’s the deal with all the tongue talk?

My nature is to call it like I see it. Shouldn’t I embrace how God made me?

But I’ve noticed, the wisest people don’t always “call it like they see it.” More often than not, they just keep quiet and observe.

Maybe that’s because the truth of what’s going on in any given situation isn’t always as cut and dry as we’d like it to be. It’s usually multifaceted and we can’t see everything. It takes discernment to know when to speak. It’s way more fun to just air my opinion.

Sure, there are lots of things that happen that are clearly wrong and wise people speak out on those things. But I see a lot of people causing a lot of damage speaking out on stuff that doesn’t really matter.

Wisdow guards words until the proper time and proper moment. Lord knows I still struggle to discern when that is at times. But I’d like to think I’m getting better at listening to God’s guiding on when to speak and when to keep silent.