Trooping through day four of a pretty uncomfortable sinus infection. It’s most heavily affecting my voice, leaving it raw and raspy and transposed an octave below the norm.
As it literally pains me to speak, I’ve found that my toad voice is teaching me to choose my words wisely. Lately I’ve been asking myself what words are worth saying before I croak them into existence.
Are they true?
Are they kind?
Are they necessary?
Will they build up or tear down?
“Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers.” (Ephesians 4:29)
That verse has always been familiar to me, but as more of a suggestion for good living. Now that it is necessary, I am coming to know it as a moment-by-moment, breath-by-breath evaluation of intent and effect. Why am I saying this? Where is it coming from? How will it make others feel? I am given the gift of pause – to consider what place in my heart my words are coming from.
This has been an uncomfortable lesson to learn, but as one who has put my foot in my mouth an unfortunate number of times, it’s a good step of growth in the path to “let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my strength and my Redeemer.” (Psalm 19:14)
And the peace I feel when that is the case is more soothing than all of the cough drops and tea in the world.