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Curses

Awhile back I streamed a sermon from one of my favorite speakers, T.D. Jakes. It was titled The Choice That Breaks The Curse. He spoke about curses, and how some of the negative things you say can have the power to curse yourself and/or others. Words are powerful and can have an incredible impact, whether people realize it or not. In the sermon he said, “To curse me is to speak wickedness against my future.” It’s important to be careful what you say to people, especially during times when you may be upset. Think about times when someone may have said something to you out of anger, or times when you may have said something hurtful to someone, because you were upset with them. That’s speaking wickedness against another person’s future.  Even if it’s not done with intent, the damage it causes is hard to reverse, even if apologies happen. I wish I didn’t remember some of the negative things that were said to me in the past, as well as negative things I’ve said when I was in a heightened emotional state. Although I’ve forgiven the people who’ve said them, and had to make my own apologies for things I’ve said, I still find myself having to wrestle away the curses in prayer and by diving into my word. You can also curse people by what you don’t say. A great example of this was brought up in the sermon, in reference to the relationship between parents and their children. If you’re a parent that makes your love or approval a challenge to receive, you can curse your own child and not even realize it. It doesn’t hurt to tell your kids things like, “I’m proud of you”, or “You’re doing a great job.” Words are spirit, and anything you say out of your mouth can either bless or curse someone. When I get angry or upset about something someone says or does, I pause and wait before responding. I’ve also found that going to God and saying, Lord, show me how to handle this… can help. I don’t want to be responsible or worse, have to answer to God about cursing someone with something negative I’ve said. It really gets on my nerves when people use cop outs like, “I was just playing…” when they say something negative or hurtful, too. Because even if you think you’re being playful or kidding, you’re still saying something that can have a negative impact. Don’t do that. Be the kind of person that spreads blessings, not curses, over your life and the lives of others. 

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