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YOU KNOW THOSE MOMENTS—every now and then—when it hits you… you just grew up a notch?

One of mine was when I realized that not every thought deserves a microphone. I mean, some thoughts just need to stay thoughts.

I've been halfway through a sentence and then realized,
“Yeah… this isn't helping."

Too late. It’s already out there. For all the world to see and hear. Floating around doing its damage.

God has an opinion on this. He basically says, "Maybe you should engage the brain before the mouth."

“Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry.” James 1:19

Being “quick to listen” sounds simple—but honestly, I figure most of us are just waiting for our turn to talk.

Not listening. Reloading.

And the part about being slow to speak?

I think that's not so much about being silent as it is being intentional. Because once words leave your mouth, there's no edit→undo.

And anger?
Funny how anger feels powerful in the moment.
But it usually leaves a mess you have to clean up later on aisle 4.

Take it from me, an expert blurter...a small pause can save you from a big regret.

A reminder to us both this week:
Pause before you react—wisdom shows up when you slow down enough to actually let it.

Encouragement and Love from my family to yours,

Rob
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I found an old packet of cucumber seeds in my garage awhile back.

They had been sitting there for years. Dry, forgotten, probably passed over more than once. They didn’t look like much. Just a few brittle little seeds in a worn-out packet.

I almost tossed them. But something in me said, “What the heck?”

So I planted them.

I pushed those lifeless-looking seeds down into the dirt… covered 'em up… watered them along with the rest of my small crop. I didn't expect much, if anything.

Sure 'nough, about a week later… something broke through.
Then more.

Before long, those old dried up seeds were growing, climbing, and producing. It's like they were alive all along.

And it hit me.

Those rescals didn’t come to life sitting safely in that packet.
They didn’t grow because they stayed clean and protected.
They came alive when they were buried.
When they got dirty.
When they were pressed into something uncomfortable and unseen.

I started thinking about us. You and me.
How much of our lives we spend trying to stay safe.
Trying to avoid being hurt, exposed, uncomfortable, or stretched.

We do everything we can to stay “in the packet.”
But nothing grows there.
It’s in the moments we’d rather avoid—
the pressure, the mess, the uncertainty—
that something in us actually begins to change.

That’s where growth happens.
Not when everything feels good…
but when life gets a little dirty.

Maybe the goal isn’t to stay protected, my friend.
Maybe it’s to trust that even in the dirt…
something in you is simply trying to come alive.

Encouragement and Love from my family to yours,

Rob
RobFlips.com