I was an Arsonist...





I use to be an Arsonist. An arsonist of words. If someone hurt me, I would be sure to lash a verbal assault that they could never recover from. I had it programmed in my mind that as soon as anyone ever tried to hurt me, or tries to belittle me, or put me in my place they would feel it. Feel it verbally. Verbally, I would douse people with gasoline, and light a match, and watch them go ablaze. I would bring up the lowest and most evil things that  I knew about that person, and shred them to pieces with my tongue. I thought I felt better after disintegrating a person to mere ashes. I felt justified. I got revenge. I knew they would never try and mess with me again. I wanted them to know that I have a voice to. I wanted them to hurt, because they hurt me.

This tongue is the strongest muscle in the body.

 Hard to believe. But it's true.

Not only that, but the bible speaks of what damage the tongue can do.

  James 3:5-6   So, also, the tongue is a small thing,

 but what enormous damage it can do. A tiny spark can set a great forest on fire. And the tongue is a flame of fire. It is full of wickedness that can ruin your whole life. It can turn the entire course of your life into a blazing flame of destruction, for it is set on fire by hell itself.

I'm not an arsonist anymore...
 but I light a match here and there with my tongue still.

Watching what I say is one of the hardest things I still struggle with.

Not only was I ruining my life,
 I was ruining someone else's life, and spirit.

Join me for Part two tomorrow night.

 I will tell you what kind of power my words

have had when using my tongue in negative ways.

I will also tell you how I am working on my mouth.

I will also share the part of me that

could no longer justify saying what I felt no matter the cost. 

With a bright, and giving heart, and a big pat on the back from me to you!

We are growing beyond belief!

See you tomorrow.

God bless. Amen.

Crystal Jones