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How I Learned to Not Be Overwhelmed

One of the main problems I deal with is trying to manage too many projects. And most of those projects are big.

If you’re like me, you have trouble breaking down massive projects into manageable pieces and executing each piece well. And when I can’t break things down easily, I tend to freeze. This creates obvious problems. But I learned something from Dr. Henry Cloud awhile back that helped tremendously.

Henry was working (or not working) on his doctoral dissertation and, like me, found himself frozen by the magnitude of the project. And so rather than diving in, he went and played golf.

And he played a lot of golf.

But as the deadline drew closer, and his stress levels increased, Henry got worried. And so he began to pray.

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God brought him to a specific passage in Proverbs that says: “Go to the ant, you sluggard. Observe his ways and become wise.” (Proverbs 6:6)

Henry certainly wasn’t and isn’t a sluggard. He’s an incredibly hard worker. But he looked up the meaning of the word sluggard and it actually meant something more like “one who is afraid” and realized part of his problem was he was afraid of the complexity of his dissertation. After he shared his troubles with a friend, the friend bought him an ant farm. Henry watched the ant farm for a few hours but saw nothing that helped. Ants were just crawling around, taking grains of sand from one side of the farm to the other.

So Henry got up and played more golf.

A week passed and Henry happened to notice the ant farm on the back of his desk. It had miraculously transformed. The ants had created tunnels and highways and an intricate architecture. Simply moving one grain of sand at a time, over a long period of time, the ants had created an entire new world.

Henry knew then what he had to do. Piece by piece, paragraph by paragraph, he worked like an ant. He just picked up one little sentence and moved it from the recesses of his brain to the flickering cursor on his computer. Then he picked up another sentence and did the same.

At the end of six months, Henry had his dissertation.

And today we all call him Dr. Cloud.

I took comfort in that story and I’ve changed the way I work. I don’t get overwhelmed as much anymore. I just get up and move grains of sand around, piece by piece. And things are starting to take shape.

So what do we do when we’re overwhelmed? Here are some tips I learned from Henry, the Bible and Ants:

1. List my major projects.

2. Write down what I want each of them to look like when they are completed.

3. Break each of them down into their minor parts.

4. Work daily, like an ant, knowing that each little sentence, each little paragraph is moving me closer toward the final vision.

Now, things aren’t so overwhelming.

Consider the ant, oh frightened one!

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One Way to Keep Jealousy from Stealing Your Joy

I experience jealousy toward others often. Deep down, I fear I experience it more often than the average person. I’m competitive and I want to be the best at the important stuff and I also want to be the best at stuff that doesn’t even matter, like Scattegories.

These days, I am most jealous of two things: girls who have perfectly symmetrical faces and people who are better writers than I am.

I have Instagram selfies to thank for the first.

And my latest ventures into writing to thank for the second.

I read Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist recently and her chapter about jealousy was so spot on for me. It made me feel better that someone else has also felt ridiculously consumed by being jealous like I have.

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“This jealousy was like a house fire,” she writes. “something you absolutely cannot ignore and something that might send you to the emergency room. I could feel my eyes becoming small and beady and my soul shrinking down to a tiny wrinkled peach pit.”

That’s exactly what jealousy does that’s so terrible:

It shrinks your soul.

Jealousy is toxic, yet we allow it to bubble inside of us until it’s practically seeping from our pores. That sounds gross, but jealousy is really gross so I don’t know how else to describe it.

Jealousy is also a really brilliant ploy of Satan. What better way to destroy us than to turn us all against each other? What better way to stop someone’s growth and prevent his potential than to paralyze him by comparison to a colleague or a friend?

Jealousy stops you.

You’re plugging along, doing great and moving forward and then all of a sudden to your right is someone going just a little bit faster than you, someone who is just slightly prettier than you are or has a little more money than you do and just like that, you’ve lost sight of your goal, and your blinders are down.

You’re seething with jealousy.

Shauna Niequist talks about the power of confession when it comes to ridding yourself of jealous feelings. She describes how she sat on a couch with a couple of friends and told them who she was jealous of and why.

So I tried this the other day with my friend when we were at lunch. I told her about the perfect faces I hate on Instagram and the wonderful writers I hate on the internet and just saying it aloud made me feel slightly foolish and allowed me to see how jealousy is such a big waste of time, and how it was taking me away from my own writing and stealing joy from my work.

It helps me to see jealousy as my enemy.

You can sit around all day and try to not compare yourself. You can try to keep your blinders on and be grateful for what you have. But when you start to identify jealousy as something that’s attacking you personally, that’s when you start to fight against it more. And that’s when it starts to lose its power.

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Who You Should Date After a Hard Break Up

I was having breakfast with a good friend when he told me that he’d just broken up with his girlfriend of several years. It had been a hard few weeks. During this time, he decided to take a break from dating for a while. Instead, he wanted to focus on growing his newfound relationship with Christ. However, he didn’t really know how to do that.

My mind immediately kicked in to my college days. I would have recommended a daily Bible reading, preferably in the morning, praying, getting in a small group, and finding a church that he liked.

He’d probably end up in a singles group too.

As I was thinking about saying something like this, I felt bored. I was getting ready to deliver a canned speech that I gave in college, 40 years ago. And frankly it didn’t seem interesting to me. Yes, I pray and read the Bible, but the way I was going to communicate it was far from engaging.

Instead, I blurted out, “I think you need to date Jesus.”

“What?” he asked with a look on his face that was mostly shock laced with a bit of curiosity. “I said I think you need to date Jesus.”

And then we both burst out laughing.

It really did sound absurd and bordering on the sacrilegious.

“What does that mean?” he asked. “I have no idea,” I replied, “But it certainly sounded better than the formula I was going to give you.”

We really didn’t talk about it much more during breakfast, except now and then we chuckled, “Dating Jesus?” and went on with breakfast.

Those words have been haunting me since. Something seemed right about it, but I’ve never thought about getting to know Jesus like that. But if you think about it…

He’d be an amazing date.

1) If you hurt his feelings, he’d forgive you.

2) If you walked away, he’d pursue you.

3) He wouldn’t get angry with you unless you acted like a Pharisee, said something bad about his Dad, or sold sacrificial goats and sheep in the church narthex.

4) He loved to party – weddings and feasts were his favorite – and he made delicious, strong wine when the hosts ran out. How cool is that?

5) And Valentine’s Day would be a cinch. He’d love anything you bought him and any plans you made!

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One of the first things I read when I came to faith was a little booklet called My Heart Christ’s Home. In it, a new believer invites Jesus to come home with him and showed him his house. When he did so, he realized that there were some places that Jesus felt comfortable and some places where he felt awkward.

The boy’s desire was for Jesus, his date if you will, to feel at home there and so he began the process of fixing up the place. In the process, he had to clean out an old closet that contained some stuff that he’d hidden away.

And some relationships had to go as well.

I wonder if that’s what dating Jesus looks like. Inviting him into your familiar haunts, listening to him, watching his eyes, and creating a place where he would feel at home.

So forget the online dating stuff. Dating Jesus will be a much better story.

Who You Should Date After a Hard Break Up is a post from: Storyline Blog

Do You Believe You’re Good at Relationships?

I’ve had a couple friends speak into my life who changed it dramatically. Both of them told me something on the same theme: “Don, you are good at relationships.”

At the time, I thought nothing could be further from the truth. I was going through a painful breakup in which I’d made enormous mistakes.

I was terrible at relationships.

Today, though, I no longer believe this is true. And partly, I don’t believe it’s true because I had friends around me who refused to see me in black and white or good vs evil terms. They saw my mistakes, but they also saw my abilities and innate goodness.

As I grew out of those painful experiences, I began to believe what my friends told me. I wasn’t bad for the world. I wasn’t bad for people.

I could contribute.

In fact, years later, when I was dating my wife, I started to believe I was as good for her as she was for me. I started to believe that my relationships weren’t about me receiving something from others only, but me giving them something they needed: love, encouragement, wisdom, time, dignity and so on.

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Today, I don’t believe I am bad for people. I believe I am good for them. Of course I make mistakes, but I tend to surround myself with gracious people.

This has changed everything for me.

Once I believed I could positively affect a person’s soul, a person’s feeling about himself or herself, I became a better friend all the more.

This year, the quality of our relationships will increase when we realize that not only do we have wonderful, amazing friends and family and spouses, but we are also amazing for them. When their hearts are dark, we can bring light; when they’re tired, we can offer rest; when they believe they are terrible for the world, we can look them in the eye and say “the world would not be as good without you.”

Quickly, make a few little notes of why you are good for the people around you.

This practice will help.

You’ll find that when you understand your own ability to bring joy to people, you offer it and further fulfill what you believe about yourself.

What if you’re really good at relationships and just don’t know it? What would happen if you started believing it?

Think about what it is you bring to relationships. What are the things people say you most positively contribute to their lives? Allow these truths to sink in and watch how they help you start to build more successful, deep, rich, meaningful relationships.

Do You Believe You’re Good at Relationships? is a post from: Storyline Blog

Why I’m a Halloween Person

My husband Aaron and I were never really Halloween people; we’re not into zombies and tombstone decorations. We’re not pumpkin enthusiasts. I’m not a fall person at all—not a ‘can’t-wait-to-break-out-my-sweater-and-boots’ person, not a pumpkin spice latte lover. We never boycotted Halloween. We never turned off our porch lights and hid inside, but we definitely didn’t put cobwebs in our trees or fake spiders on our porch or skeletons holding machetes in our bushes.

At least, we didn’t until two years ago.

Our son Henry is eight, and he is all imagination. For most of his life, he’s been wearing costumes everywhere he goes—capes, masks, gloves, imaginary jet boots, power rings. We almost don’t notice it anymore. He loves Halloween, and a couple years ago he asked a few times if we could have decorations. We told him we’re not really decoration people. We hoped he’d forget about it.

And then the day before Halloween, he started carrying things out onto the front porch—rubber snakes, pirate hats, fake swords.

“What are you doing, buddy?” I asked.

“I’m making it spooky,” he said.

His face lit up with delight.

All afternoon, he dragged things from his bedroom and the basement out into the front yard. He tied a fake lizard to the doorknob by its tail, he wound rubber snakes through the bushes, he hung capes in the trees.

At a certain point I called my husband, Aaron. I said, “I give up. I think we need to go to the store and get this kid some spooky decorations. He’s in his glory out there.”

Aaron agreed. We woke Henry up early on the morning of Halloween, and we spent the morning setting up lights shaped like skulls, cobwebs with huge fake spiders, poison signs and pumpkins.

Henry was beside himself.

When his friends came over to trick-or-treat, he proudly walked them around all the decorations, explaining each thing.

At the end of the day, after the chaos and candy-eating was over, Aaron and I decided that we’re Halloween people. We’re Halloween people because Henry’s a Halloween person, and more than anything, we’re Henry people.

Loving Henry is loving spooky, scary stuff. Loving Henry is getting up on Halloween morning to spread fake cobwebs and lining the driveways with lights shaped like skulls.

Sometimes love asks you to change.

This is a tiny example, certainly, but life is full of opportunities to love someone well by loving their thing, not just your thing, by stretching across your preferences and opinions and comforts.

It’s so easy to love people who like all the same things you do—who never listen to music that makes you cringe, or who believe all the same things you believe. But love sometimes asks you to lay down your preferences, and dive into someone else’s world for a little while.

Sometimes that world is full of fake spiders.

Sometimes it’s the ballet or country music or Russian novels. Sometimes it’s staying quiet when you want to talk, sometimes it’s giving space when you want to rush in. Love asks what’s best for the person you love, not what’s best or most convenient to you.

When has someone loved you well by doing something outside their own comfort zone? When have you done that for someone else?

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5 Habits of a Successful Celebrator

When I was in high school I had a short career as a track and field athlete, and by short I mean five practices. A track coach walked into my journalism class looking for another athlete on the team and mistook my tall, lanky frame for a runner. I told her I wasn’t on the track team and, in the way only a coach can, she told me to meet her at the track after school. I wasn’t sure if this was to practice or fight, but based on the size of her biceps, I hoped it was to practice.

The track coach ran me through a few drills.

She told me to meet her at the track every day.

When I told my mom, she asked what time practice started. I reported the time to her in the same breath that I reported my homework. I realized I’d made a mistake the next day when I noticed my mom and four-year-old sister, clapping and cheering as the lone audience members of track practice.

My cheeks stung with embarrassment. My crush of the week was tutoring me on how to perform the high jump and I quickly understood the difference in his track training since sixth grade and my track training since last Thursday.

Inside I was conflicted.

Why were my mom and sister at a track practice cheering me on as if I was winning gold at the Olympics? Particularly, why were they cheering me on when the amount of times I tripped over my own feet became a clear indicator that I would not have a future in track and field?

It didn’t matter to my mom and sister whether or not I had a future as an athlete, or if I knew the difference between hopscotch and the long jump. They were there because they loved me and because as much as possible they wanted to never see the bleachers of my life empty of their support. I come from a family of celebrators and I hope to celebrate others in the many ways they’ve celebrated me.

Here are 5 habits of successful celebrators:

1. Congratulate without making the moment about you.

2. Quiet your inner critic. Amplify your voice of encouragement.

3. Support the success of others. Champion them. Brag on them.

4. Say good things about people in front of and behind their backs.

5. Take advantage of every opportunity to applaud, cheer, and be happy for other people.

Haters get too much press.

There is too much talk of what haters spend their time doing, what they say, how much they are watching, how much “they” won’t hold “us” down.

*Photo Credit: Mikaela Hamilton

Haters don’t deserve attention or commentary. We don’t have to let haters become our sole motivation for becoming, creating, trying, or growing. Our cities, families, and communities need more celebrators. How can you begin to better celebrate the people you love?

5 Habits of a Successful Celebrator is a post from: Storyline Blog

Are You Willing to Get Divorced?

When I was about to get married, someone gave me this advice:

Be willing to get divorced.

I remember thinking, “What??? Really? That’s going to be your marriage advice to me? Be willing to get divorced? I shrugged it off as advice from an old, bitter married person and vowed to never let myself get to that place in my marriage.

Then, recently, I understood what this advice meant.

It’s been a hard season for my husband and me, if I’m being totally honest. It feels a little weird to say that since no one is hurt, or dying, or about to go bankrupt, or in really any danger at all. But still. It’s true.

It’s been a hard season.

And during one of the most difficult days of this particular season, we met with some friends of ours who happen to be really good at counseling people through difficult seasons. They asked us how we were doing. I said fine. Then, of course, they pushed in a little further.

“No, seriously, how are you doing?”

I hemmed and hawed until finally I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I explained how exhausted and hopeless I was feeling. That’s when the husband asked me a question I wasn’t expecting.

“Do you believe in divorce?” he asked.

I paused.

I’m a Christian. I grew up in church. My parents have been married 35 years. I read the Bible and know what it says. And these friends of ours are Christians, too. I knew what the right answer to the question was. But I was pretty sure our friends weren’t looking for the “right” answer.

So I gave them the real one—the one I was really, truly feeling in that moment.

I said, “I mean… I believe in marriage. I trust God uses marriage to make us the best versions of ourselves… and I believe God can make the most out of any marriage. I don’t want to get a divorce—I don’t think anyone does…but I don’t know… I also don’t think God wants us to stay in a marriage where unhealthy patterns are the norm.”

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“If both people are willing to work on it and change, that’s one thing,” I continued. “But if one person is working to change, and the other person isn’t willing… that just seems like a recipe for disaster. So, to answer your question: divorce is not totally out of the question for me.”

It felt good to say it out loud.

But at the same time it was terrifying. I looked to my husband, expecting him to look horrified and hurt. I looked back to our friends, expecting them to be shaking their heads at me in disapproval. Instead, what I found were several heads nodding in agreement.

“Good,” our friend stated. “Now we can get somewhere.”

From there, we spent the next hour or so talking about what it really takes to stay married. We admitted divorce was an option. It wasn’t the best option, it wasn’t the option either of us wanted, but it was an option—one either of us could choose to pursue at any given moment.

And something about coming to that realization actually gave me the energy and motivation I needed to work on my marriage.

It made me see how my marriage is not a given.

My husband doesn’t have to stay. I don’t have to stay. Either of us can opt out anytime we want. Something about putting divorce on the table actually wakes me up to the responsibility I have in and to my own marriage.

Suddenly, in that moment, I realized the significance of the “be willing to get divorced” advice I had received before my wedding. The person who gave me that advice wasn’t saying, “divorce is easy,” or “if this doesn’t work out, you can always try again.”

What that person was trying to say (I think) was, “treat your spouse, and your marriage, like there are no guarantees, like relationships are fragile and like this whole thing could come to an end.”

I think they were saying, “If you want your marriage to stay together, you have to acknowledge the fact that it could fall apart.”

This advice has changed the way I experience marriage.

We’ve made several changes to our circumstances; we work less and play more. We make a point to eat meals together, without our phones. We have rituals and routines for connecting with one another. We’ve found people to support us and walk with us through the difficult journey of marriage.

It feels like we’re dating again. We’re moving out of a hard season and into a really good one. Sometimes being willing to consider what we don’t want to happen in our relationships helps us to better nurture them.

Are You Willing to Get Divorced? is a post from: Storyline Blog

Is a Balanced View Possible on Amendment 1 in Tennessee?

Here in Tennessee, an important piece of legislation is about to be passed or rejected. And it’s a hot topic.

The more I speak with my fellow Tennesseans about Amendment 1, and for that matter the challenging personal and social issues surrounding abortion rights, the more I realize people who are able to see an issue from multiple angles are being forced into the woods.

I can’t blame people for not wanting to discuss an issue that invites the polarized minorities to shout from their trenches about a woman’s self-determination over her body, or a child’s right to continue to experience life. But as this issue, along with so many other political dynamics in an age where media drama trumps an objective attempt to inform the public, becomes more and more polarized, it’s important for us to understand Amendment 1 is not so simple as to be represented by two sides.

During Obama’s first Presidential campaign:

I hit the road on his behalf.

As a bestselling Christian author, I spoke to churches and Christian schools about the President’s plan to reduce the number of abortions that took place in America. I campaigned in each state where the polls were close and we ended up winning all those states.

But it came at a cost. I was attacked ferociously by, perhaps, well-meaning evangelicals who’d bought into the end-of-the world drama. It was an interesting time in my life. I grieved for the loss of objective, reasonable thought in the new digital age of shouting at each other in 140 characters.

Looking back, I was misguided on two fronts.

The first was in thinking Christians wanted to reduce abortions or would consider a reduction rather than a legislative ban. While some were interested, in droves, they didn’t. The mass had a simple view of the issue and wanted abortion to be illegal. This would of course create dynamics they seemed unaware of or unconcerned about. The quality of a mother’s life, not to mention the quality of a child’s life.

While I’d agree the opportunity to life supersedes concerns about whether or not those lives may or may not be as enjoyable as yours and mine, I was still naive to think most evangelicals had even considered the complication of the issue or had sympathy. To them, abortion was an ace card, an opportunity to speak as a humanitarian without engaging the root issues of poverty, family dysfunction or the extreme terror an expecting mother in a challenging circumstance experiences.

I was naive in the other direction too.

The loudest of abortion proponents (albeit the minority) were unwilling to consider, even hypothetically, that abortion involves two lives rather than one. Their concerns rightly involved a woman being forced to live a life she didn’t want to live, and that at the hands of what seemed to be a bunch of white, Republican men.

The fury is understandable. Why should anybody have the right to tell somebody else what they can do with their body? Unless, of course, that body holds another life. It’s sad to me then that this issue has become so polarized and charged that we can no longer have a reasonable conversation filled with understanding and sympathy for all parties involved.

It’s into this social dynamic we are asked to make a decision on Amendment 1. While much spin has been cast around the Amendment, it is a remarkably reasonable piece of legislation that restores the constitution of Tennessee to a neutral stance on abortion by eliminating a right to abortion as a sort of “protected class” as it has been defined by the Tennessee supreme court.

It makes no actual restrictions on abortion.

It simply gives power back to the legislature and, as such, the desires of the people of Tennessee. In my opinion this is a powerful piece of compromise. Removed from the often unfounded fear of the slippery slope, Amendment 1 simply catches Tennessee up with the caution proposed and carried out by border states.

Do conservatives need to do more to understand the complexity of the issue, and specifically the financial, social and familial dynamics that lead to unintended pregnancies? Yes, they do. Do they need more compassion for expectant mothers? Yes.

And yet on the other side those who only see the expectant mother and furiously defend her rights without considering an even more vulnerable life at stake have considerations to make of their own. We all have work to do if there will be progress, but I do not believe Amendment 1 is too radical to contribute to that progress. I think my conservative friends have brought something good to the table, and I’m for it.

Is a Balanced View Possible on Amendment 1 in Tennessee? is a post from: Storyline Blog

How I Used Twitter to Write a Book

Writing books is a no-feedback game. Certainly you can ask friends to review your work, but that’s dangerous. The truth is you know when it’s good and you know when it’s not and if you’re asking for opinions you’re likely not doing your best work.

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That said, I recently used Twitter to find out what themes and ideas would stimulate thought. I would tweet an idea I was writing about, and if it got re-tweeted or stimulated conversation, I was more eager to use it in my book.

I found out many things using Twitter.

I found out people are much more tough than you’d think, and I didn’t have to coddle them. I also found out I could speak with authority and nobody would be offended, that is, if I stayed within my areas of expertise.

I also found people really don’t like it when I go negative. Even if I tweet about how much I hate my stapler, people get upset. That’s mostly a personality thing. I’m sure Rush Limbaugh could get away with a little more than I can, but my audience generally doesn’t want to hear me gripe about things.

Learn from your audience.

If you’ve got a writing project going, here are four ways you could involve Twitter:

1. Tweet a chapter idea and ask if anybody has given the idea any thought. If you hear crickets, skip that chapter.

2. Got a powerful one-liner? Tweet it and see if it gets re-tweeted. You might turn that one-liner into a complete paragraph or more.

3. Stuck on an idea? Tweet and ask anybody if they’ve read an interesting article about it. Twitter is a great resource tool.

4. Use Twitter to summarize an idea. The great thing about 140 characters is it makes you condense your thinking, which is often the essence of good writing.

How have you used Twitter to improve your writing?

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Pay Closer Attention to Your Tongue

Some days I wish someone would invent a human muzzle.

An invisible one, of course—triggered only by negative emotions, ones with the intention of producing a negative outpouring of words.

Ideally, it would non-awkwardly stop gossip, slander or discouraging words from flowing out of my mouth the instant before I opened it.

I don’t know about you.

But I find myself saying horrible things about people that perhaps I disagree with, or believe things opposite of me, or maybe have slip-ups in character. They are comments that if repeated in their presence would ruin all credibility I ever built as a “loving” human.

And while we might not see the word vomit coming, we sure feel it.

We aren’t kids.

We have been talking for years and years.

We know the feeling of our heart on one shoulder saying: don’t do it, remember what you said about her last week and how you felt when you saw her? And our mouth on the other saying: Get it out! It feels great—and added bonus: you will feel better about yourself after, too!

A common human experience– it’s as if our mouth is detached from our body, like a runaway kid with a hobo stick and sack, going down its own path while our heart is walking down another.

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Recently, for the thousandth time, I stumbled across this scripture in James 3: 9-11 and decided to adamantly commit to obeying it:

“With it [our tongue] we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not to be so. Does a spring pour forth from the same opening both fresh and salt water?”

I’m not going to be perfect.

But I’m taking this seriously starting with these three practices. Join me:

1. Number our days:

To put this in perspective, think about the potential power of our tongues to shift the spiritual climate in life, multiplied by the amount of days we have left. The average lifespan in the United States is currently 27,375 days. To get your own approximate, take your age and multiply by 365, then, subtract from 27,375 days. Let’s seize each day as an opportunity to speak words of life and see the beauty that emerges.

2. Nominate our tongues:

As our feature of focus. In our image-driven society, our body, our hair, our style, or even the length of our eyelashes are often our features of obsession. Let’s instead obsess over our tongue, and shaping and taming it into something beautiful.

3. Set a guard:

It’s as simple as praying every morning: Set a guard, O LORD, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips! (Psalm 141:3) Simply knowing you can’t do it on your own and asking for help is key.

Today I had the chance to complain.

I was tempted to talk about how someone just doesn’t seem to ever “get it.” But I chose to employ the invisible muzzle by keeping these three things in mind. I’m hoping it’s my best ally thus far to travel my 15,695 (approximate) days I have left.

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