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Day 2

December 10, 2010

Well, I have not had a lot of opportunity to talk to people the last couple days. There is one thing I will make a record of.

While driving with my husband today, something on the radio reminded me of a conversation I had with someone earlier in the week. Ya know how the mind bunny trails? Well, that's what happened to me. I started thinking about the conversation and how one tiny little irritant was found in it. My first temptation was to share it with my husband. It would have been one of those, "ya know when so and so said such and such? Can you believe they said that?" moments, where he most likely would have responded with an 'I know! That was nuts,' kinda response and on we'd go as if nothing happened. Well, I chose to obey the Spirit's leading...and kept my mouth shut. Would sharing it build up that person? No. Was it necessary to talk about it? No. Soooo...I weighed it...then obeyed.

I found a quote by Mike Bickle that I've now read almost weekly for months. It says, "Sustained communion with God requires restrained conversation with man." Good stuff. Today I restrained. By the power of the Holy Spirit alone! It may seem silly to those who read this...but I think it's a big deal. I will 'guard my ways lest I sin with my tongue' (Psalm 39:1a). It begins in the little conversation. Yes, Lord & even so! :)

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