I loved that Lysa did well showing grace and living out the Word. I loved that Lysa admitted losing it. Imperfect progress. Yes Lord, imperfect progress.
Isn’t that just like the enemy? He comes around prowling low and we squash him, take me out, and celebrate victory. Then when we are off guard, he presents himself again. Man, I hate our enemy!
I have always been a talker. Mouth has blessed and cursed. My mouth has encouraged and cut. My mouth has lavished love and spewed hatred. Imperfect progress.
Several years ago I was pierced by the Word concerning mouth. These two verses help me continue to make imperfect progress. I love sharing them with you.
“May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.”
“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen.”