I woke up in a fog this morning. One of those times when the clock went off, but I didn’t, trying to catch the smoke and mist in my mind. I lay there waiting for the fog to clear, in and out of dreaming, waiting for that still small voice. Mornings like this my head is full of disjointed random thoughts, images, sounds. Like being under water and swimming to the top for air, I listen. And behind all the din of tinnitus and wispy remnants of dreams I hear “Speak Life.”
So speak Life, speak Life.
To the deadest darkest night.
Speak life, speak Life.
When the sun won’t shine and you don’t know why.
Look into the eyes of the brokenhearted;
Watch them come alive as soon as you speak hope,
You speak love, you speak…
Speak life. Speak life.
Gotta love Toby Mac… Resilient, enduring. He has been blessing people with his music for a very long time. And he’s right, of course. When I was a little girl it was more, “if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” “Speak life” is much more positive.
My daughter is the first one I can recall using this phrase. It’s an instant change in conversation, in thought process. It stops me in the middle of my current train of thought and makes me choose another path. One that is less about me and more about the other person. It builds up rather than tears down.
Isn’t that what we are about in this life, on this Christian walk? Building others up, esteeming others as more important than ourselves?
Raise your thoughts a little higher,
Use your words to inspire,
Joy will fall like rain,
When you speak life with the things you say.
Thanks for the reminder Toby.