Words of Destiny
By Jesse Duplantis
My wife has always kept her words pure, even when I wasn't saved. Back when we first got married, we were both heathens, but within three years, Cathy was born again and the only Christian in our marriage. I was still a heathen, and she thought everything I did was a sin. She saw everything as heathenism - especially me.
And I made sure she saw plenty of it too. I wanted her to see me sinning, because I figured if I could show her enough of it, I could stop her from praying for me. I thought if I could just get her depressed, she'd stop praying for me.
I used to think to myself, I know what I'll do. I'll get more drunk. I'll smoke more dope. I'll do more crystal until it's in her face all the time. I'll even do some ! That's what I need to do to get her attention. Get me some . I can snort it from fifty yards through a $100 bill. Let her just try to talk to me about Jesus while I'm on ! I'll just sin more to depress her.
Isn't that horrible? But that's exactly what I did. I sinned until I couldn't sin any more. I was getting tired of sinning. My body was tired - it could handle only so much abuse. Finally I just got sick of it. I literally got sick of sin.
When I was sick was the only time when I would agree with my family's prayers of healing. All the other times, I would oppose their prayers. But when I was miserable and sick, I would agree with them. I could be throwing up my guts and, at the same time, agreeing with prayers of healing. I would have my head over the toilet - a place where it should never be - and Cathy would come in and say, "Heal him, Lord."
And I would say, "Heal me, Jesus. Heal me, please."
Every time this happened, I would lie and promise never to do it again. But my wife knew I was lying, and so did God. The Lord would tell me I was lying, because He knew I would do it again.
Even though my words were lying words, Cathy's words were a sacred trust. Her words were being recorded in heaven and on earth. Eventually those words that Cathy spoke over me hit their mark. It wasn't long before I got saved.
Your destiny is in your words. God does for you what you say. God gives you what you allow Him to by the words you've spoken. You live your life by what you speak. It doesn't matter if you speak sound words, unsound words or no words at all - God is keeping track.
I realize that even the little, idle words I speak are being written down. God keeps the books. He doesn't forget. Sometimes I've wanted Him to forget. But the only time He forgets is when you ask for forgiveness and repentance. Then your idle words are washed away.
Words are a sacred trust to God. That's why He knew I was lying all those times when, as a heathen, I told him I would never sin again. I didn't mean it, and He knew it. Now that I am saved, I watch the kinds of words that I speak. I'll have to stand before those words I spoke in that great day. Why? Because words are a sacred trust between you and God.