So my dearest husband has challenged me lately to hold my tongue. I'm beginning to think he is right. There are a few friends I have tiraded at (not a word, I know) recently without really listening to what they have to say or taking into consideration "the needs of the moment". I've also realized that I've become quiet an opinionated blog commenter and that for really big issues there is nothing I could passionately say in a comment string that would ever sufficiently illustrate my opinion. Besides that, why do I feel so passionately that I am in the right? Perhaps it is time for me to close my mouth around a large piece of humble pie and chew quietly for a moment.
When words are many, sin is not absent, but he who holds his tongue is wise.
A man who lacks judgment derides his neighbor, but a man of understanding holds his tongue.
Even a fool is thought wise if he keeps silent, and discerning if he holds his tongue.
The mouth of the righteous man utters wisdom, and his tongue speaks what is just.
Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD.
Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Set a guard over my mouth, O LORD; keep watch over the door of my lips.
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