There are many words I say in a day that I hope my kids will remember. Words I hope seep through their skin, into their little souls. Words that remind them they are loved or ask them to think before they speak. Words that encourage them to be responsible and work hard.
Sometimes I see the words making an impact. Most of the time they seem to ricochet off into no man's land. Sometimes they boomerang right back, making their mark on me instead.
There are also the words I hope they forget. Words laced with a tone of harshness and impatience that are better left unsaid. Words that push grace aside, leaving her discarded and forgotten.
If only I had the discipline to guard my words with the diligence of a soldier. According to James, that would make me the perfect man (3:2). Thankfully, even when I trample grace, she picks herself up and finds me. Through forgiveness she works healing.
But even though grace covers much, the mark of words, both good and bad remains, reminding me to be careful what I say.
"A word out of your mouth may seem of no account, but it can accomplish nearly anything—or destroy it!" James 3:5 (The Message)