A Glimpse into My MInd

As I've gotten older, I've noticed that in contrast, people around me have gotten more and more inappropriate in many different ways: talking about inappropriate thing, cussing, etc. Above all things, being inappropriate is probably one of the top things that I hate.

Psalm 19:14 says:

"May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart

be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer."

Or consider Ephesians 4:29:

"Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen."

There are many more verses that could be used as examples that are scattered through out the Bible, as well. Obviously, God is trying to make a point. God hates foul speech, and as Christians, we want to honor Him with our verbal, mental, and spiritual actions.

Honestly, I cannot stand it when people start speaking inappropriately, or start talking about inappropriate things. It is not only unrighteous, but it also causes others to stumble.

It's quite simple to avoid these kinds of situations. For instance, I have started looking at song lyrics before I buy songs to make sure they appropriate. Or maybe if something comes up that should not be talked about, I change the subject or just walk away from the conversation. I have also been making a huge effort to start choosing godlier, better friends, which has been a lot harder for me. Don't get me wrong; I don't just drop my friends right when I hear them cussing or something. But first, after continuously trying to influence them, and failing, and taking it up with God, asking if these are the kind of friends that honor Him, and bring me closer to my journey in being more godly, I decide that I probably should not hang out with them anymore.

I'm sorry if this subject is boring you. Or maybe you didn't even read this post... but I just felt kind of compelled to write this.

Because of the type of subject matter that is talked about with many teenagers my age, I often long for the younger, more innocent times, as expressed in my poem in my last post. Anyways, I stumbled upon something on Facebook that read:

"Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings? Race issues were about who ran the fastest and war was only a card game? The only drug you knew of was cough medicine... But all we wanted to do was grow up..."

Sigh.