Many years ago, I had a friend share something with me that truly convicted my spirit. One morning she was listening to a radio talk show where the host asked, "Who is the most cussin' Christian you know?" She said my name flew from her lips. Well, I could have taken offense or immediately gone into denial. Instead, that slap of brutal truth caused me to look into the mirror of my life and make an immediate correction. Clearly, my language was a reflection of what was in my heart. I needed some reconstruction. Although I can't say I'm not prone to a choice word every now and then (I believe in honesty!), should that question be posed again, no one will immediately think of the me I am today. I'm happy about that, and thankful that I have people in my life who hold me accountable for what I say I believe.
I fondly remember my grandfather telling me that when I stubbed my toe I should say, "thank you, Jesus." Really?! To my surprise, he was serious. Well, I'm nowhere near that. N-O-W-H-E-R-E! But I got his point. My default in the midst of pain--be it physical or otherwise--should be to call on Jesus. Well, at least I can say I no longer hold the title of "the most cussin' Christian" someone knows. Going now to put on my hard hat and tool belt. More (re)construction to do.