The other day, I reached right down and covered her mouth. I noted that look in her eye, anticipated her words, and interceded. Hurtful words had been spewing all morning from the girls in this house, and quite frankly, I was tired of it. Tired of the ugly. Tired of the disrespect. Tired of the contention. Tired of my reactions...
And in that brief moment, grasping her beautiful face, I imagined Him holding His hand right over my lips.
How many words have I blurted without discernment? How many of my utterances have filled her mind, while the enemy swooped right in and whispered a lie?
I'm guilty of listening to, believing those filthy lies. The enemy is a master at twisting words into ugly and disrespect. Isn't causing contention and celebrating antagonistic reactions his game? (2 Cor. 11:3)
She is so young and delicate; her emotions so easily swayed.
I wish He would reach right down and cover my mouth at His note of that glint in my eye, when He knows the words that will slip right out! I long for His intercession. I pray for a metamorphosis of my reactions. (James 3:1-12)
A smile emerged from underneath my palm. Her eyes fixated on mine for a wonderful second. We both felt the warmth of His touch.
