Day 12 - no swearing allowed.

Day 12 sees me not swear!
I guess that's an intentional step in following Jesus.
Now I don't swear normally - except to shock my mother in law - always fun to drop in a risky on the edge kinda word around "mom" .....confirms everything she warned Carolyn about before we got married. But I don't normally swear.

I can remember twice when something slipped out.
Once I had been painting our boys bedroom (next to yard work painting is my idea of punishment) and as we neared the end of a long day the ladder and my paint tin fell and something came out that shouldn't have - and two small kids were standing at the doorway rather shocked.
The second time was also with my boys. This time they weren't little. I had jumped in Daniel's truck to move it and in his stereo was music with some bad lyrics on it. I grabbed the CD and waited. Came home from work the next day and to the absolute shock of both our boys and my wife I told them I had had a @#@#@#@ bad day ...and then continued to use this particular explicit 4 or 5 more times - with eyeballs now popping out of everyones heads wondering what had happened. I then said "I assume the F-word is OK in our family because I heard it in our truck last night!" The tactic worked and regret was expressed and iPods were cleared of any other junk!

Today swearing was back on the agenda - my whiplash from yesterday now needed physiotherapy .....aaargh!!!!!!
With his elbow digging into my back he did me in. Kneading and deep tissue massaging - he hurt me ......but I did not swear - not even in the inside!!!!

Yep - it might be a small win, but it was a win for sanctification and something deeper going on inside of me.
As for the neck ....endured a 3 hour drive to Sacramento - prayer, physio and 500mg of something powerful!!