my careless contagion

Lately it was impressed upon me the power of the tongue. I started reading a book about blessings and curses, and another book I'm reading has a lengthy section about it, as well. And then there was another book before that which said much the same. Can you tell I'm a little dense? Herein are a few notes on the power of the tongue.  The power of the tongue is amazing. In it is life and death. But how often do we treat it that way? I feel tremendously uplifted or downgraded depending on who I talk to. How I talk to myself (which is what this blog was) is also incredibly important. How many times did I say untrue things about myself? I am deserving of love. I made mistakes but we all do. Someone still loves us. Just because I screwed up doesn't mean no one will ever love me. I will never be perfect as long as I live on this planet, but being loved is about the most perfect feeling there is. I believe love is in my future.  Luke 6:28 says to bless those who curse us and pray f...

Twenty-two notebooks. These are they. Twenty-two notebooks of my writings going back to 1995 or 1996 (I started writing on yellow legal paper) up until 2017 or 2018. Why am I bringing this up? I'm glad you asked, faithful reader. Because those notebooks I just threw out. Herein is another prayer, full of hope and expectancy.  I asked God about what might be tying me to sad emotions, unhappiness, etc. Whatever was stealing my joy, I wanted to get rid of. If you leaf through those notebooks, you'll see why I got rid of them. It was full of trauma, pain, and endless emoting over past hurt. I was attempting to grapple with the sad state of my life, my childhood, etc. There is even a note in there about how my brother grabbed my hand so hard it bled. This was after I left home, mind you. I don't need those things anymore. Is this symbolic? Perhaps. And it might mean something more to throw them out. If there is anything connected with those notebooks that is pulling me in a sad ...