When I was growing up, I'd often get in trouble in school for one primary reason, my mouth. It seemed that I was never lacking in the ability to share my opinion. My opinion, although truly my own, was not always welcome or warranted. It wasn't until I got older did I begin to have a feeling that I should cater my words to not offend others. The same mouth that produces words that yield blessings can also be used to dole out curses were words my father would ask me to ponder when I had to explain my latest rift with a teacher.
This brings me to wondering what is takes to have a quiet spirit, to have a persona that doesn't get rattled easily and looks to admonish others rather than to punish them. I look at my peers, my mentors, and those that are coming up under me and wonder if I am what I know I should be and if I'll ever realize what I know I can be. I feel like talent without application is a waste; the same words that put me in the principal's office as a child, or makes my friends feel uncomfortable when I begin a rant, may need to be polished to reflect what it's my heart's desire to share. I've always liked hearing people share what they remember most and love most about loved ones; I pray that the words that I speak and that I write will be remembered for the positive impact they imprinted on others rather than the inverse.
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