Domesticity
Domestic, another word for tame; the opposite of wild and uncontrolled, etc.
I have always been an independent sort. I fear little (because God is my keeper) and like to come and go and do as I please, and that, at times, hurts others without me realizing it. I've been reminded by the Lord many times that I need to be more sensitive of others, and over time, He has been reworking me.
For example, this morning I was talking with a friend who expressed fear of driving to New England. Before the words were out I caught myself. I was about to say that there was nothing to fear; that I and driven all over that area alone many times... had indeed driven all over the country in an 18-wheeler as well as a 4-wheeler...
But the Holy Spirit whispered a caution and I did not say it. Instead, I wished her a good flight and a wonderful visit with her family. To say all that had entered my mind would only feed my ego and do my friend no real good at all. Unless I was able and willing to offer a solution, there was no point making her feel like I didn't understand. I would just be wagging my tongue without purpose.
And so the taming of the tongue goes on...
I am now enjoying a domesticity of another sort... cooking a real meal for the first time in a month. God is GOOD!
I have always been an independent sort. I fear little (because God is my keeper) and like to come and go and do as I please, and that, at times, hurts others without me realizing it. I've been reminded by the Lord many times that I need to be more sensitive of others, and over time, He has been reworking me.
For example, this morning I was talking with a friend who expressed fear of driving to New England. Before the words were out I caught myself. I was about to say that there was nothing to fear; that I and driven all over that area alone many times... had indeed driven all over the country in an 18-wheeler as well as a 4-wheeler...
But the Holy Spirit whispered a caution and I did not say it. Instead, I wished her a good flight and a wonderful visit with her family. To say all that had entered my mind would only feed my ego and do my friend no real good at all. Unless I was able and willing to offer a solution, there was no point making her feel like I didn't understand. I would just be wagging my tongue without purpose.
And so the taming of the tongue goes on...
I am now enjoying a domesticity of another sort... cooking a real meal for the first time in a month. God is GOOD!

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