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Update on My Challenge

Well, I have not commented about the progress of my Psalm 17:3 challenge lately. It's been going well. I can confidently say that putting this challenge 'out there' has helped me think more about my words. Because it's public knowledge, it keeps it at the forefront of my mind. That may sound silly, but I encourage anyone to try it. If you are wanting to grow in any area (diet, conversation, etc), try doing a blog! It's helped me a lot.

I have kept my mind more focused on the power of my words. It is getting easier. I still get caught in a snare when I talk to a few certain individuals. However, it's good for me. I have to bite my tongue and not comment or direct the conversation in another way, etc. How many times did this exact thing happen to Jesus? Pharisee number 1: "Hey, Jesus...let me catch you in a snare here..." Jesus would reply, "My words are life. Not gonna happen." Pharisee number 2: "Okay, then, Jesus. Let me twist your words on you." Jesus would reply, "My words are life. Not gonna happen." I have so much to learn from this Man. :)

There is power in my words. I am learning this more and more. I set my mouth not to sin...but to bless and praise at all times. Man. Think about that: that truly takes something supernatural, ya know? No man could ever do that apart from Christ! What an incredible opportunity! What an awesome journey! Come and fill my mouth today, Holy Spirit! I yield to you!

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