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There’s tons of threads on here about swearing, and I’ve even put up a few over the past few years, but I choose this particular topic because it’s the most innocuous. Or the easiest one for me to actually talk about.
Since I was about 10, about 95% of my speech was profanity. I literally couldn’t get 1 or 2 sentences out without using F—ing at least twice. I’m in my late 20s now. I used to want to enter the seminary, so I was motivated to curb the habit significantly. I still slip, but very rarely, only a few times a week. I think what I’m realizing is, slipping aside, I do it on purpose. Because it makes me feel good. Which is normal, but my problem is that I don’t think I’ll ever voluntarily give up life’s simple pleasures, not even if I know it hurts God. I can’t describe how much this juvenile selfishness bothers me. Why would I continue to put myself first when I love God so much and feel so committed to listening to him and living by his word? I feel guilty for apologizing for things I know I’m gonna do again.
Before anyone jumps down my throat or calls me immature (I admit I am anyway), I really am committed. Though maybe not as disciplined as I should be. The priest at my church has been telling me for years that I do things on purpose, and I always denied it, but now I’m starting to think he might be right. I don’t understand how I could come so far and actually feel God in my life, and still serve my own interests over God’s. I curse because it feels good, and that apparently is more important to me than showing God I’m on his side.
I don’t understand how I can screw up this bad with something so simple. I used to be adamant that I knew what was best for me and it took me until earlier this year to finally let go and let God take over. I accept that my role is servitude and obedience, and those sound like bad words but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t exist to serve myself anymore. And it’s the best feeling in the world. I just can’t believe I would throw something like that away because life’s little pleasures feel just a little bit better at times. Because, on the other hand, NOTHING feels better than knowing that God’s trusting me; I never thought I’d be blessed enough to be given God’s trust, ever. And instead of being grateful that it actually happened, I’m turning my back on him on purpose. I know I’ll be forgiven, but it makes me sick that I consciously throw it away. I’m so sorry.
How would you even begin to change a behavior like this? How in the history of the freaking world could I let this happen?
Since I was about 10, about 95% of my speech was profanity. I literally couldn’t get 1 or 2 sentences out without using F—ing at least twice. I’m in my late 20s now. I used to want to enter the seminary, so I was motivated to curb the habit significantly. I still slip, but very rarely, only a few times a week. I think what I’m realizing is, slipping aside, I do it on purpose. Because it makes me feel good. Which is normal, but my problem is that I don’t think I’ll ever voluntarily give up life’s simple pleasures, not even if I know it hurts God. I can’t describe how much this juvenile selfishness bothers me. Why would I continue to put myself first when I love God so much and feel so committed to listening to him and living by his word? I feel guilty for apologizing for things I know I’m gonna do again.
Before anyone jumps down my throat or calls me immature (I admit I am anyway), I really am committed. Though maybe not as disciplined as I should be. The priest at my church has been telling me for years that I do things on purpose, and I always denied it, but now I’m starting to think he might be right. I don’t understand how I could come so far and actually feel God in my life, and still serve my own interests over God’s. I curse because it feels good, and that apparently is more important to me than showing God I’m on his side.
I don’t understand how I can screw up this bad with something so simple. I used to be adamant that I knew what was best for me and it took me until earlier this year to finally let go and let God take over. I accept that my role is servitude and obedience, and those sound like bad words but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I don’t exist to serve myself anymore. And it’s the best feeling in the world. I just can’t believe I would throw something like that away because life’s little pleasures feel just a little bit better at times. Because, on the other hand, NOTHING feels better than knowing that God’s trusting me; I never thought I’d be blessed enough to be given God’s trust, ever. And instead of being grateful that it actually happened, I’m turning my back on him on purpose. I know I’ll be forgiven, but it makes me sick that I consciously throw it away. I’m so sorry.

How would you even begin to change a behavior like this? How in the history of the freaking world could I let this happen?