Whew, honey. I know. I know.
It’s been three whole weeks since I last posted, and you’ve probably assumed I ran off to Bali to start a llama farm and soul-search in silk robes. But no, no exotic sabbaticals here. Just the usual: spilled coffee on my keyboard (thanks, Lincoln), a brief but dramatic attempt at organizing my junk drawer (I still have no idea where my tape measure is), and one emotional spiral after watching a shampoo commercial that hit a little too hard.
Also, Lincoln—my four-legged tornado disguised as a dog—ate my to-do list. Literally. So if I missed your birthday or forgot to upload that one printable I promised was “coming soon,” blame him, not me. He looked zero percent sorry, by the way.
But okay, now that we're all caught up and you've forgiven me (right?), let’s get into something that’s been sitting heavy on my spirit lately:
The Sacred Skill of Shutting. Your. Mouth.
Yep, we’re going there today.
Because let’s be real: sometimes the hardest spiritual flex is not clapping back, not spilling the tea, and not airing your truth like it’s a clearance sale at Target.
Listen, I’m not saying you haven’t been wronged. You probably were. You might’ve been lied to, disrespected, overlooked, or full-on betrayed. And oooh girl, I know the urge to unleash that perfectly-crafted monologue you rehearsed in the shower. But here's what Proverbs 21:23 says:
“Whoever keeps his mouth and his tongue keeps himself out of trouble.”
(Proverbs 21:23, ESV)
Mic. Drop.
Let’s unpack that with a little sass and a lot of truth.
Keeping your mouth shut isn’t weakness—it’s wisdom. It’s not silence out of fear; it’s silence born from strength. It’s choosing peace over pettiness. It’s the holy art of knowing that just because you can say something, doesn’t mean you should.
And let me tell you, I have failed this test more than once. There have been moments when I opened my mouth and words flew out like bats from a cave. Instant regret. And who was left cleaning up the emotional glitter bomb? Me. Always me.
But lately, God’s been dealing with me in the quiet. Teaching me that some battles aren’t mine to fight—and some receipts don’t need to be printed, laminated, and handed out in group chats.
But Back to Lincoln…
You know how I said he ate my to-do list? Well, the irony is that right before he did that, I had scribbled down “stay quiet even when you're right.” I took it as a sign. Maybe divine, maybe just canine—but a sign nonetheless.
So here’s what I want you to walk away with today:
You don’t have to react to everything.
You don’t have to explain yourself to everyone.
You don’t have to prove a point to people who already made up their minds.
Protect your peace like Lincoln protects his chew toys—ferociously and without apology.
There is wisdom in restraint. There's power in poise. And sometimes, the loudest message is the one you don’t deliver.
So the next time you feel the fire rising, remember Proverbs 21:23. Say this little prayer, take a deep breath, and maybe lock yourself in the pantry with a cookie. (Not that I’ve done that. Ahem.)
Lord, help my mouth.No seriously, HELP.
Because sometimes I want to say all the things—
With boldness, with flair, and maybe with a little petty on the side.
But deep down, I know peace is better than proving a point.
So remind me that I don’t need to fight every battle,
Respond to every shade,
Or win every argument.
Give me the strength to hush when I want to holler,
To sip water instead of spill tea,
And to choose wisdom over wildin’ out.
Holy Spirit, sit on my tongue if you have to.
Tack it down with heavenly duct tape.
I’m here for growth... even when it’s uncomfortable.
Amen and amen
Love you big,
Mean it even bigger,
And I promise to blog again before Lincoln eats something else.
Xoxo,
Maggie (& Lincoln)
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