Spitting Cement

We take the words we speak for granted.

[Words] are not something we’re conscious of because it’s so freely available.

Chris T. 

Interesting Fact: A woman speaks about 20,000 words in a 24-hour span. On average.

Also Interesting Fact: A man speaks only 10,000 words.

We all know the only reason a woman speaks twice as much as a man is because men don’t listen to us women and we have to repeat everything we say.

A silkworm spits silk out of its mouth to spin the cocoon where it will lie until it’s ready to become a moth.

Imagine that. A caterpillar is transformed into its destiny by what comes out of its mouth

Ps Ryan 

The world was created by God’s word.

The reality of it is that our spoken words have the ability to create, influence, build and destroy.

The power of life and death lies in the tongue; 
   they’re either poison or fruit—you choose.

Proverbs 18:21

Was there a reason that God changed Abram’s name to Abraham?

Abram: Father (elder)

Abraham: Father of multitudes and many nations

People of ancient believed that there was power in a name. That you became what your name meant.

Was it a coincidence Jacob (meaning: deceiver) tricked his brother and his father into getting something that wasn’t supposed to be his?

Or that Jabez (meaning: pain) prayed that God would keep pain far from him?

Everything in this world has a name.

What am I calling the things in my life?

Am I calling my problems Overwhelming? My dreams Impossible? My desires Farfetched? The people I love but can’t stand Unchangeable?

What about you?

Does [your] darkness have a name? Is it your name?

Lucas Scott. One Tree Hill.

Remember today: My situation becomes whatever I call it.

This post was inspired by Ps Clarence Sashi from C3 Subang.

Side note: It’s boilerplate to say the Asians do not compliment people freely, they’re suspicious of flattery and often indulge in false humility.

That needs to change. I need to change. I need to start loving people with my words and breaking that mould. Or maybe I just need to stop fulfilling my 20,000 words-a-day quota.

Dear Jesus,

I have been calling myself confused, unemployed and lost. And lately I feel those words more than ever. Maybe it’s time I call me something else. You call me ‘Mighty’ when I don’t feel like it. You help me up when I fall because You call me ‘Righteous’ and ‘Worth Saving’. I’m really struggling to live up to Your expectations. I wake up in the morning now telling myself I’m destined for greatness because if I don’t, I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end of the day.

Thinking of: The Sundance Kid’s Burn So Bright, Oprah Winfrey irking a jealous God, satanism, Red Riding Hood, and James Lafferty.