treacle mouth

I got invited to an event in my home town entitled “Have you ever been walking in treacle country?”

Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.
(NIV) Rom 12:12

As if I wasn’t already aware of it, for me to talk about myself in public is like walking through treacle. If I am talking about someone else, especially if it is the Lord, I have gained some small amount of confidence because it is not about me.

What I say must point people to Christ, or there’s no point. And in a one to one conversation if pertinent I will use my life experiences to help someone else.

So where the freak was these rules last night. I swear that gob of mine it just decides to go off on a tangent and I just follow in its wake.

And then I forget half of what I was supposed to talk about. I’m bound to mess it up, I only started speaking out loud not so long ago.

No point beating myself up, what’s done is done. Move on and learn to keep it measured and controlled. And in honour of that and everything else, at least this mouth doesn’t belong to me anymore: