I am completely done with a post, and here I am writing another one about why I am not hitting “publish” on the last one.
I have things I want to write about – I have things I want to get off my chest. I have rants that want to be ranted. I want open conversation. I want others to get involved and tell me that I am right, and I want others to tell me that I am wrong …I want to hash it out.
I wish I didn’t get riled up, and more so I wish I didn’t love it.
Why don’t I then just unload? Isn’t this my little area to do what I want with?
Can’t I be as bold or ugly or beautiful or cynical or as encouraging or as whatever as I want?
Am I afraid of rejection? Am I insecure? Do I realize that sometimes what I get riled up about doesn’t make a dang bit of difference?
Did I take a vow to only blog about sunshine and roses?
As I write I am reminded of scripture:
When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise. (Proverbs 10:19)
Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things. (Phil 4:8)
Even a fool who keeps silent is considered wise; when he closes his lips, he is deemed intelligent. (Proverbs 17:28)
Still Biting my bleeding tongue,
[ht for the thoughts and bleeding tongue: Abraham Piper]
[ht for the definition of what “ht” means: http://christianmind.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-i-learned-from-ht.html ]