Day 32 — Words That Build / Words That Burn | Proverbs 10:12–21

Key Verse: “Too much talk leads to sin. Be sensible and keep your mouth shut.” (v.19)

Big Idea: Life rises or falls on how we handle words—disciplined truth builds; careless speech tears down. 

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 The café felt quieter than usual, like the world had turned its volume knob down a few clicks. I noticed an empty chair where Aaron usually sat. It had been a few days since he disappeared from the rhythm of these meetings, and the absence lingered like a held breath.

Solomon was already there, silver-streaked hair tied back, linen shirt rumpled in the way of someone who doesn’t try to look wise. He tapped the tabletop once, twice—his tell when he was about to say something that mattered.

“Today,” he said, sliding his weathered leather notebook forward, “we’re talking about mouths.”

I half-laughed. “Mine or everyone’s?”

He smiled, gently. “Start with yours. In this section, I string together a handful of lines about words—how they reveal what’s inside, how they can heal or infect. Proverbs 10:12–21. I wrote these as street-level truths. No poetry contests. Just survival.”

He leaned in and let the café blur. The light slowed. The clink of a spoon froze mid-air.

“In this passage,” he continued, “I contrast two kinds of people—those who let love guide their speech and those who let impulse drive it. Hatred stirs conflict. Love covers offenses. Truth feeds life. Lies drain it.”

He opened the notebook. Inside were rough diagrams—arrows pointing up and down, a simple sketch of a mouth with a heart behind it. “Words don’t start here,” he said, tapping the lips. “They start here, in the heart.”

I felt my chest tighten. I’d been replaying a conversation from the night before—an argument I didn’t win, a text I shouldn’t have sent, a final line that landed harder than I meant.

Solomon looked up, uncanny as ever. “You’re not haunted by silence,” he said. “You’re haunted by what you said.”

I swallowed.

He read the key line out loud, slow and plain: “Too much talk leads to sin. Be sensible and keep your mouth shut.”

“You could say, ‘a wise person speaks when he has something to say, a fool speaks when he has to say something.’”

I flinched. “That feels… extreme.”

He chuckled. “It’s practical. When words pile up, wisdom thins out. Restraint isn’t weakness—it’s aim.”

We sat with that. The espresso machine kicked on, like the world exhaling.

“In this section,” Solomon said, “I talk about how the tongue can be a fountain or a leak. The righteous choose words carefully; fools spill whatever’s inside. The talkative aren’t condemned for talking—they’re warned about losing control.”

I pushed back. “But silence can be cowardice. People need to speak up.”

“Agreed,” he said, nodding. “This isn’t about muteness. It’s about mastery. Saying the right thing at the right time, for the right reason. Truth with timing. Honesty with restraint.”

He paused, then added, “I learned this the expensive way.”

That got my attention.

“I once believed my brilliance excused my mouth,” he said. “I thought if my ideas were right, my delivery didn’t matter. I used words to influence, to impress, to bend people. And I broke things I loved. Trust doesn’t survive sharp tongues, even when they’re correct.”

The café felt warmer. Closer.

“In Proverbs,” he went on, “I keep returning to this: words are either wages or weapons. They either pay life into a room or take it hostage.”

I stared at the empty chair across from me, thinking of people who used to be in my life and don’t anymore. How many exits had words unlocked?

Solomon closed the notebook. “Notice how I frame it,” he said. “The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life… Not a firehose. Not a megaphone. A fountain—measured, refreshing, dependable.”

I nodded slowly. “So… less talking. More listening.”

“And when you do speak,” he said, “choose words that can carry weight without causing damage.”

We sat in the quiet again. No supporting characters today. No interruptions. Just the truth settling.

As I stood to leave, Solomon summarized, his voice steady. “Let love guide your speech. Let restraint guard your tongue. Remember—words outlive moments. Make sure yours can survive the future.”

Outside, the late sun caught the dust in the air and turned it gold. I pulled my phone from my pocket, thumb hovering over a message I was about to send. I thought of fountains and fires. And for once, I chose neither. I chose silence.

What? Our words reveal our inner life; disciplined, truthful speech brings life, while careless talk leads to harm.

So What? In a world flooded with opinions, texts, and hot takes, wisdom isn’t louder—it’s more controlled.

Now What? Before speaking or sending a message today, pause for five seconds and ask: Will this build life—or just burn heat?