My junior year in high school, I was Student Council Vice President/President-elect.Truth is, I cared nothing about actually doing anything productive; I just thought it would be cool to be El Presidente! I only wanted the title.
As most of you, especially those who know me well, know that my mouth has always gotten me into trouble, or in this case my written word.
For some reason, back before cell phones, high school girls felt the need to write notes about everything. Why in the world we felt we had to incriminate ourselves in such a way, I’ll never understand.
Apparently I was feeling the need to vent about how much I disliked our principal, so I wrote my friend Stacy a note. In the note, I referred to our principal as a….well, I’d rather not tell you what I called him. After all, that was in my life BC. Just know it was BAD!
Stacy, for some reason, did not hold my little note in high regard, because she lost it! A substitute teacher, one of which I’ll refrain from telling you what I called her as well, found the note and turned it in to the principal.
I was then, called into his office and given the choice of suspension, which would inadvertently lead to impeachment, or just stepping down from my position. I figured I could smooth things over with my parents a lot easier if I just stepped on down. So step down I did! And rather quickly too I might add.
I lost out on a scholarship, and a great opportunity to learn about leadership. All because of a few, not so nice, words. Not to mention, if memory serves me correctly, I got my rump grounded, if for no other reason than because I had humiliated my mother. She was the one who had to come to the school and talk to him.
Maybe he was all the things I said about him? Or maybe I was just a rebellious child who disliked anyone of authority. Either way, I learned a valuable lesson about words, and how they can affect your life. And as usual, I learned it the hard way. I still wrote everything down in a diary, only to find out years later that my mom was constantly reading it! Embarrassed party of one!
Our words are important. We can either speak life or death * Prov 18:21, blessings or curses. I want to use my words to speak blessings! Lets try and remember that there is power in our words, and to use them wisely!
Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear. Ephesians 4:29
I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak, Matthew 12:36
Whoever guards his mouth preserves his life; he who opens wide his lips comes to ruin. Proverbs 13:3