My Lips Are Sealed

People ask me if I can keep a confidence.  I laugh.  There are things I’ve kept secret for years.  YEARS.  Admittedly, not because I so cherish the person who is being protected by my sealed lips.  I am keeping confidences of people who have hurt me; whose secrets have personally affected me.  I am even keeping the confidence of some who have lied to purposefully tarnish my name or reputation.  And I hold that confidence even when, at times, I think it might feel good to just get some of their junk off my chest (you know, to even the score).

Yep... I keep my mouth shut… but not because of them. Or me.  Or the greater good.  Not even because it’s part of my professional training and ethics.  I do so because of Him.  Yes, HIM.  I know one day, when my faith becomes my sight, and I am beholding my Savior, Face to face, I will give an account for everything I have said or done.

Now, anyone who knows me, knows I have plenty to account for already: things I did before I knew better… things I did when I knew better but was too hurt or broken or selfish to do the right thing… and things I still do that, in my ignorance, I may not even know are wrong.

Point is, we all have to make these choices.  Where is my integrity? Who am I?  Whose am I?  And what will I say when I meet Him Face to face?

The one who guards his words guards his life, but whoever is talkative will come to ruin. (Proverbs 13:3)

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