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Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, oh Lord, my strength and my redeemer. Psalm 19:13-14

My devotional from Joyce Meyers on Sunday and again today re-emphasized something that I keep forgetting: the amazing creative power of the tongue. I've always said the above verse in church as part of the parting benediction/grace but it wasn't until today that the words truly hit me. We are made in God's image and just like Him, we have the ability to create things out of nothing through our tongues. Meditate on that for a minute.

It is still a mystery to me but as I've gotten older, I have realized that what we say and what we think matters.  As my driving teacher once told me, we drive towards what we see. I figure it must be the same for what we say and what we think. The words we say and think tend to be programmed into us and eventually become reality. I have seen this firsthand in many aspects of my life. I work in a busy practice and I've found that whatever I say about work that morning in my quiet time is what will manifest that day, without fail. I saw this throughout residency as well, I would declare before each call night that it would be a good night and sure enough it would be.

Likewise, what we consume mentally and what we see visually matters as well, Just like with our thoughts, what we see or read about or focus on intently will become programmed into our conscious or subconscious. God help me with this one.

There was a time that I would spend all my free time surfing the web, (ok, that time hasn't changed yet). Anyway, i was addicted to gossip sites until I saw that it was becoming a bit much and so i had to pull back. I replaced that addiction with fashion blogs, home decor blogs and television without pity. I visited these sites on a daily basis. As far as the home decor/fashion blogs went, I would download to my computer all the things that I really liked. Who knows what I was downloading to my subconscious mind when I would dilligently read all the sarcastic and hilarious comments about my favorite shows on television without pity?

Do you know that three years later I can see the manifestations of those images in my home? There are times when I go shopping at Ross/Target/Marshalls that I find myself strongly drawn to one object or the other. Later, when I go home and google that object, i find that three years ago or even three months ago, I had seen that same thing on one of my many web addictions. These occurrences emphasized again to me the importance of consciously watching what i take in through my eyes, and ears as well as what i put out through my mouth.

My prayer this week is that God will put a hot coal to my lips and purify the words coming from my mouth, as well as purify the secret thoughts of my heart. Amen in Jesus name.

And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise. Phillipians 4:8


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