I like to speak; I like to write. I love the feel of words on my lips or on my fingertips when I type (so much that I have wished all my life I could learn another language—even more words to have at my disposal!). Writing, speaking, persuading, teaching—this is my true north. Sometimes, though—too many times to count—my tongue has been sharp. Quick, harsh, searing. Clever or funny at the expense of someone else—and the cost ultimately to myself. “Set a guard over my mouth” (Psalm 141:3), the scripture says, and no one needs this prayer more than I. When I was a sassy teenager, my big mouthy
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