"Set a guard over my mouth, O Lord; keep watch over the door of my lips." Psalm 141:3
What an amazing life gem. More and more I come back to this, typically AFTER I have said something that I wish I could take back. Unfortunately, there are no "do overs" in life. You know about "do overs?" My son and his neighborhood friends used to play four square in the driveway and if one of the individuals playing hit the ball out of bounds or if a ball whizzed right past them, they may shout "do over!" and if the group had agreed to do-overs in advance, all would nod and play would continue as if the mistake had never occurred. I marveled the first time I watched this. What a sweet and genuine act of mercy demonstrated by these children. Of course, as they grew older, "do overs" became unheard of. What a pity.
And here we are. The sun has nestled down deep beyond the horizon for a well-deserved rest and my mind plays a fragmented film of my day - time this morning with the family, each of us rushing around; my interactions with the sea monkeys at work (also known as coworkers); the lady behind the counter at the coffee shop who looked so sad; the guy bundled up against the freezing cold standing outside at the gas station to re-set the pumps that I ignored; and I look heavenward and whisper, "do over."