After I responded to what I thought was today’s daily prompt I went back to find that this prompt was from April 18, 2015 and was connected to my prompt for today. Can’t remember if I wrote about it then but here it is now.
This just in: let’s pretend that science has proven that karma is a thing. Your words and actions will influence what happens to you in the future. How (if at all) will you change your ways?
Proverbs 18:21 in The Message (MSG) Bible says:
Words kill, words give life; they’re either poison or fruit-you chose.
Science does nothing but prove the Bible is correct-as if it needed to be proven.
I keep in mind that the words I speak can kill or give life to me or someone I speak to or about. With that in mind I choose my words carefully. If I can’t say something good I won’t say anything at all. I may wonder why someone does or say a thing. But at the end of the day only God knows the true intent of the heart which so often makes the lips speak.
Remember don’t commit suicide or kill anyone with what passes through your lips today.
Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?
Many moons ago when I was a child we were required to give book reports. I would read my book and write my report all the while fear and terror crept in and gripped me.
When my turn came to give my report I’d walk up to the front like I had it all together. As I turned around to face the class a series of bodily malfunctions began. I would go blind and couldn’t see anyone. My hearing became non-existent. The brain in my head left the room. What I wrote on my note cards were on the cards-no longer in my brain. My body shook like a leaf on a tree knocked around by a fierce wind. It was not good.
The first time I was able to speak in front of people was in a class in college. I didn’t know how it was going to turn out and much to my surprise I did a great job. You can say a miracle happened.
I’m still not particular about public speaking but I believe I can pull it off.
I never saw myself naked in black socks. I saw myself comatose with nothing in me working. I don’t know why I was encumbered by those tragic times but I’m glad I outgrew them.
Your blog is about to be recorded into an audiobook. If you could choose anyone — from your grandma to Samuel L. Jackson — to narrate your posts, who would it be?
Since this is make believe and you didn’t say the person had to be alive the person I’d choose is now deceased. That person is Maya Angelou.
As I started writing James Earl Jones came to mind. So I’d choose him also. Maybe they could collaborate. It would be a fantastic audiobook.