The In Between

Tongue

If my tongue is a sword that can pierce spiritual beings. And my purpose is for the kingdom.
Then I have failed.
I dare not speak to the lost about my savior. I dare not speak life, because people become uncomfortable, and i aim to please.
No... not to God, but to my flesh.
My tongue only curses, and tears down the kingdom he has built. I don't want it to. I want to be free.

I cry out:
"Father, i know you hear me. Please. I have giving dominion over my tongue to the serpent. He holds it with such content. Lead me where you would have me go. Let me speak for only what you need. Slay the spirit that has devoured my speech, and resurrected his. "

It felt as though God did not hear me. I was still working against his will. Because he didn't give immediate relief. He didn't heal me in seconds. No, he gave me discernment. He gave me opportunities. He gave me a path. And i still can't commit 100%. I still struggle. I still fail. But he keeps slaying that serpent. And i keep inviting him in.