I have allowed my circumstances to affect my mood lately. Today I found myself becoming angry at every small thing--the temperature of the room, the professor who called me by the wrong name, the open cabinet in our kitchen. How ridiculous that something so small can steer my entire mood.
My tongue has also caused me great trouble--oh how my words have contaminated my very being. My words must be a reflection of my heart, as I feel apathetic to all around me. My tone of voice, my choice to talk poorly of people who have done nothing to me, my inability to silence my words when I need not speak--when did I become so undisciplined in my response to others? Is it the lack of sleep (likely) but there is no way this can be blamed on sleep-deprivation alone. I have allowed Satan to take control of much of my life--as if this sourness in my mood runs to my core. NO MORE.
I will not allow Satan to have control any longer.
When we put bits into the mouths of horses to make them obey us, we can turn the whole animal. Or take ships as an example. Although they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are steered by a very small rudder wherever the pilot wants to go. Likewise the tongue is a small part of the body, but it makes great boasts. Consider what a great forest is set on fire by a small spark. The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.
