Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Feeling Convicted and Tuesday's True Confession

Let me begin by saying I may feel convicted; however, it has nothing to do with my Tuesday True Confession. :o)

Have you ever been sitting and reading your Bible and the words just leap right off the page and into your heart? This happened to me last night, and I cannot get it out of my mind or soul. I caught the tail-end of a sermon as I was flipping through channels. I heard the biblical reference though not the verse, so I pulled my Bible into my lap as I kept pushing the 'up' key on the remote. I'm a little quirky. I don't like to listen from the middle of a sermon. I want to listen from start to finish, so I miss nothing. The passage was from the book of Matthew...


"And I tell you this, you must give an account on judgment day for every idle word you speak. 
The words you say will either acquit you or condemn you.” 
Matthew 12:36-38 (New Living Translation)


Every. Idle. Word. I quickly began thinking of all the words I spoke in idle chatter today, yesterday, last week, last month, even years ago. Those words and scenarios all came flooding back to my mind. I felt so convicted. My tongue is my worst enemy at times. I'm not known for using restraint when it comes to my mouth.

After sending the kids to bed, I went back to my room for some much needed Quiet Time. I was feeling dejected, hopeless, and doomed. At that moment, I was afraid, completely wrapped in fear of being judged. I began to pray, repenting all the nasty words that have tumbled from my tongue...every single instance I could remember.

Suddenly, the encumbrance of all that I had spoken was lifted from my shoulders. Lifted from my heart. Lifted from my soul. I will be more mindful of my idle words. I will think before I speak. I want my words to acquit me, not condemn me.

Thanks for letting me bare it all today. It was something I needed to say. :o)

True Confession

Kinda diggin' my gray hair!
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Photo by Larri@SeamsInspired
I am totally digging my gray hair! I've been fighting premature grays for several years. As a lifelong, natural redhead, my hair has always been cause for conversation. From the time I was a little girl, people would comment about my bright locks. When the first signs of gray appeared, I was shocked. I was in my early thirties! I wasn't supposed to have strands of silver streaking through my glorious reds!

I took up battle, first by pulling the errant strands. When more grays began to sprout up what seemed like overnight, I took it to the next level:  a colorwash. Well, while it covered my new grays, it also covered my natural shade more than I liked. Plus, it washed out much faster than the 20 shampoos it was supposed to stay. On to the permanent color!

Has anyone ever told you that red is a difficult color to reproduce? Well, it is. I was all shades of red. All, but my natural color. My last-ditch effort involved a 3-hour process of color, highlights, and toner (because it was too red). It was after this, that I decided to grow it all out. I have about four colors going on my head right now. I have the colored red on the bottom, highlights from a bottle, my natural red, which has turned more auburn/brown, and my new grays.

I'm anxious to see what it's all going to look like once all the color is off. Right now, I confess. I'm kinda diggin' it. :o)

I'm off to run errands, and then I look forward to an afternoon of sewing. What are you confessing today? If you're stitching today...

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