the war of words

there is a battle that begins long before action. it begins in language. every word is a seed, and the soil is your spirit. what you say either builds the house you live in or breaks it down from within. most wars are invisible until they reach your mouth.

the tongue is small but sacred. it carries the power to bless or to bury. to heal or to wound. to create peace or to call chaos closer. heaven and hell both wait for agreement, and your words decide which one you will host.

i am learning to listen before i speak. not only to people, but to god. my voice should echo his truth, not my tension. when my words are filled with worry, i am preaching fear to myself. when they are filled with faith, i am prophesying peace. the difference is not tone. it is trust.

what we say reveals who we believe. you can speak in tongues and still curse your own purpose if your confession does not align with what god has already said. words build worlds. and when i speak without reverence, i tear down what i was called to cultivate.

the enemy understands this better than we do. he does not need to silence you. he only needs to steer your speech. he will tempt you to complain until you confuse venting with vision. he will make you repeat pain until it becomes identity. but there is a way back.

when Jesus spoke, everything shifted. storms stopped. sickness bowed. graves opened. his authority was in his alignment. he only said what the father said. his mouth became the echo of heaven. that is what our words were made for — to mirror eternity.

i am learning that victory begins with vocabulary. i do not need to shout to be powerful. i need to agree with truth. i need to speak peace even when i do not feel it yet. because words create the conditions where faith can breathe.

so i am careful now. careful not to curse what god is still cultivating. careful not to declare endings where he has written process. careful to pause when my emotions are louder than his promises. silence can be sacred when it protects what is being built.

the war of words is won in surrender. not to fear, but to truth. when i let God teach my tongue, my atmosphere changes. my home feels lighter. my thoughts grow quieter. what once felt impossible begins to move.

so i choose life. i choose to speak it. i choose to guard what leaves my lips as carefully as what enters my mind. i remember that my words are not empty air. they are blueprints. they are prayers. they are echoes of who i believe God to be.

and when my language lines up with heaven, the war ends before it begins.

POLLY

may we never say yesterday was better.