My sweet mama from Spokane says I started talking in full sentences at 8 months of age and never stopped. Speaking was never a problem. Listening has always been a problem.
I’ve got words, baby. Plenty of them. And they’ve gotten my in trouble plenty of times. Like that time I pulled over at the start-finish line and told the flagman what I really thought of his abilities. Or that time I told my boss what I really thought about his criticism. And so on. And so on.
My dad used to say, “Remember to put your brain in gear before putting your mouth in motion.” I remember him telling me that maybe a dozen times.
James 1:19 says “My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this; Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry…”
Quick to listen. Slow to speak. Seems like maybe I’ve had it turned around for awhile.
I’ve always admired good listeners. I’ve decided I want to be more like that.
Today I will breathe more.
Pray more. Listen more.