November 29th, 2004



Tale-bearing emits a threefold poison; for it injures the teller, the hearer, and the person concerning whom the tale is told. Whether the report be true or false, we are by this precept of God's Word forbidden to spread it. The reputations of the Lord's people should be very precious in our sight, and we should count it shame to help the devil to dishonour the Church and the name of the Lord. Some tongues need a bridle rather than a spur. Many glory in pulling down their brethren, as if thereby they raised themselves. Noah's wise sons cast a mantle over their father, and he who exposed him earned a fearful curse. We may ourselves one of these dark days need forbearance and silence from our brethren, let us render it cheerfully to those who require it now. Be this our family rule, and our personal bond—SPEAK EVIL OF NO MAN.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon, Morning and Evening (29 November, Morning: "Bridle the Tongue")

Really need to do better in this, to be both more honoring to others in my speech and more silent when that's what's best. God's calling me to obey Him in that, and His power makes it possible to do so. What's called for is not achievement but dependence. Will I acknowledge and depend on His authority in my speech?

Decided last night that I don't like my weight or being out of shape, so taking steps to do something about that. There are an overwhelming number of approaches, which makes sifting through things its own challenge. Even so, being paralyzed at the onset of such a herculean task is counterproductive, so I'm taking some small, common sense steps right away: a little exercise, some tightening of what and how much food I'm eating, running a bit along Burke-Gilman. I'm not a gym type, or a diet type, but it's early to rule anything out, either.

Meeting up with gracegiver and pinkroo yesterday was great fun. We had a delicious lunch at Queen Sheba and rich conversation. These are wonderful women with whom I was honored to spend time.
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    determined determined

Rain fall

Opened my door so that I could hear the rain. It's chilly, but it's more important for me to hear it. I need its constancy, its comfort—things are as they have ever been, and tomorrow will be yet another day, no more broken or irredeemable than yesterday. My Abba loves me and is working all things for my good, regardless of what I feel now. The sound of raindrops on tin is the same, the same as it ever was.

Nothing's as personal as I make it. I'm not sure if that's better or worse.

Stayed in rather than attending the Whiskey Smoke at John's tonight. Just couldn't bring myself to be "on" that long, knowing that tomorrow is also filled until bedtime. Sometimes I wonder if my self with groups is an act, if I fool them all, then quietly resent them for being fooled. If someone really does see, that's when I'm really in trouble. Because that's when I actually care. And that's just not safe.

I'm OK. I just don't want things to be as hard as they are sometimes. I'm tired of the hurt.
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    lonely lonely