Marnie is a homeschooling mom of 5 – three boys aged 16, 8 and 2 and two girls
13 and 11. She is married to her best friend and biggest encourager. She works full time as a senior assistant to a Member of Parliament in Canada
(he’s like a congressman). Her family spends as much time as they can at
Bair Lake Bible Camp. She is in love with her Savior and has a love for
building relationship and discipleship with teens and twenties. Marnie blogs -not so consistently- at The Little Hill Life.
Read Psalm 120
Overpowering. Bringing me to my knees.
called to the Lord, and he answered me. Deliver me, O Lord, from lying lips, from a
deceitful tongue” (Psalm 109:1-2).
to tell his lies. Lies as old as time. Lies that are not new or original. I have
heard them all before, but it seems the more I hear them the more apt I am to
torrent. My stomach knots. I cannot catch my breath. I feel like am sinking.
Drowning. I hear my voice repeat these hateful words – piercing and
sharp. I have become my own accuser. I have believed the lies he has whispered
in my ear in moments of fear and uncertainty. Spoken behind my back by those too careless to see that I am
near. That I can hear. Spoken in moments of hurt or anger by ones too caught up in
their own moments to recognize the wounding of another soul.
–shoved down by hands not ready or willing to face the pain head on.
They overflow and cover me with peace.
know. To cling to it. To wrap myself in it and rest.
forest on fire. And set a life on
full of deadly poison (James 3:5-8).
refrain. I need to harness my tongue. The tongue has the
power of life and death (Proverbs 18:21).
to speak life.
abundance of the heart the mouth speaks (Matthew 12:34). I have believed and embraced and claimed that I haven’t
but then it wells up. Over the sides. Pouring out. A deluge of negativity that defiles
needs a transforming.
truth. The truth needs to be real and alive in my life. I need to own it. To
trust it. To walk in it. I need to forgive the speakers of harsh, hurtful words
and cut the strings with which I have tied them to my heart. It is hard. It is
a process, but, it is necessary.
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And in that moment one who loves has heard the cry beneath
the words and sends a single rose and big blue eyes. A healing balm. Ministers of
love and joy and peace.
received and treasured. Gold that reminds
me of whom I reflect. In the midst of the battle, am I accurately reflecting my
Creator, my Savior and Lord? Or do I cleave myself to the deceiver in an unholy union as,
in self-pity, I embrace each arrow and the wound inflicted? Risking bitterness
and the hardening of my heart, centering my focus in the wrong direction. Inward
instead of upward.
mouth and the meditation of my heart
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