Some mornings I wake up already arguing. Not out loud. Just internally. With bills. With fear. With people. With timelines. With memories. With disappointment. With exhaustion.
Before my feet even hit the floor, my spirit already feels like somebody shook the snow globe and forgot to let it settle.
And if I am not careful, whatever fills my heart first starts leaking out my mouth next.
Sharp answers. Heavy sighs. Sarcasm dressed up as humor. Silence that punishes. Worry disguised as “being realistic.”
And whew… some folks can turn one bad mood into a ministry of misery before breakfast.
The older I get, the more I realize peace is not just a feeling God gives me. Sometimes peace is a discipline God teaches me.
Because anybody can speak panic. Anybody can repeat bitterness. Anybody can echo chaos. But it takes maturity to walk into a tense room and refuse to multiply the storm.
That does not mean pretending everything is fine.
Jesus calmed storms while acknowledging they were real storms.
What I am learning is this: I can tell the truth without setting fires. I can be tired without becoming cruel. I can be overwhelmed without making everybody around me drink from the same anxiety.
And honestly? Some days the prayer is not deep or fancy.
It is simply:
“Lord… before I answer this text, before I walk into this office, before I react to this situation, before I say something I cannot unsay, before my face says it before my mouth does… let peace come out my mouth.”
Not perfection. Not fake positivity. Peace.
The kind that pauses before speaking. The kind that softens hard words. The kind that leaves room for grace. The kind that remembers exhausted people often wound each other accidentally.
Because once words leave us, we do not get to gather them back like spilled sugar.
And some of us survived entire childhoods built from somebody else’s unhealed mouth.
So now I ask God to help mine become safer.
Not silent. Not weak. Safer.
Especially in seasons where my own heart feels stretched thin like a dollar menu meal feeding six people.
Scripture says:
“Let your speech always be gracious, seasoned with salt…”
Colossians 4:6
Not bland. Not passive. Seasoned.
Truthful words with wisdom in them.
Maybe that is the real miracle some days. Not that the storm disappeared. But that peace came out of us anyway.
And in a loud world amplified by too many of the wrong words, that is holy.
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