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Anchored by Hope Devotions: War of the Words

A devotional by Nicole Domitro

“But no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our Lord and Father, and with it we curse people who are made in the likeness of God. From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers, these things ought not to be so.” James‬ ‭3:8-10‬ ‭ESV‬‬
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War of the Words

‭Growing up, I was well aware that my family was by no means “normal.”  They were loud, angry, loving, compassionate, judgmental.  It was like living in a constant state of emotional conflict, like being endlessly tossed by the waves. But, it was my normal. 

Words were thrown about like a pebble on the water; sweet words and affirmations would continue on in a ripple effect, growing in awe inspiring spirals that you wouldn’t believe. Angry remarks plunged – to the foundations of my heart – like heavy rocks that instantly sink into a deep abyss.

It is this very ignorance to the impact that words carry and the weight of the power they hold that James is warning believers about in James 3:8-10.  

It shouldn’t surprise us that James speaks so bluntly about how we are to speak if we are followers of Christ.  Most scholars consent that this author James is the same James that was a half brother of Jesus.  There is not much in scripture about Jesus’ childhood, but from Mark 6:3, we know Mary and Joseph had at least four other sons (James, Joses, Judas, and Simon) and an unaccounted number of daughters.

Can you imagine growing up with God, but thinking He was just your know-it-all older brother? We only know what scripture tells us, but it isn’t hard to imagine timeless sibling strife. 

But all of this changes when Jesus is resurrected.  1 Corinthians 15:6-7 informs us that Jesus showed himself to the disciples and 500 others.  The only person named out of the 500 was James.  Can you even fancy that picture?  What it must have been like to see your brother, who you grew up with, resurrected from the dead, realizing that He is, indeed, God?

We are not told what that meeting was like, but by his letter, we can only envision it was life changing.

Maybe that’s why I am always awestruck at the challenging and encouraging attitude that James exhibits through his script. His words are real, raw, and unrelenting.  I love that.  I need that.  Because for too long I had been harmed by words, my heart broken by false promises spoken, and I ashamedly have used my own words as weapons. Just me?

The idea that no human can control their tongue is not foreign to me, and I’m willing to bet you’re in the same boat .  On the contrary, reading this chapter of James often feels like a personal attack on my greatest flaws. It wasn’t until I started dating my husband that someone looked at me and told me I was wrong.  There was another way to speak, another way to communicate, a better way to live.  

I started to become more mindful of the magnitude of my words, and moreover how they connected with the reality of my faith.  When I am soaking in scripture and fervently in prayer, when I surrender my anxiety and doubt, the fruit of that is most evident in my speech and attitude.

James doesn’t leave us to wither in pity over our contradictory words and actions, instead, he encourages us in wisdom.  

“For where jealousy and selfish ambition exist, there will be disorder and every vile practice. But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, open to reason, full of mercy and good fruits, impartial and sincere.”

James‬ ‭3:16-17‬ ‭ESV

I don’t know about you, but those traits listed seem like exemplary communication skills.  I think about how I feel when others talk to me in that way; open to reason and sincere.  I think about how my children react to me when I speak gently and full of mercy.

No human may be able to tame the tongue, but Jesus can.  And, sister, He has given us enough grace and mercy to keep trying to end the war of the words with every morning sunrise.  

The stone is in your hand.  Will you toss the pebble gently, or let it sink hard and fast?


Lord, thank you so much for your amazing grace.  How I praise you for the way you unconditionally love us, God, dying for us while we were still sinners.  Forgive us, Father, for the way we speak to you and to those you love.  Give us strength in the mighty name of Jesus to use our words wisely, ultimately giving all the glory to you.  We love you, and we lift up our lives to you.  In Jesus’ name.  Amen.

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Anchored by Hope is a lifestyle blog founded by Nicole domitro in 2017 to encourage, empower, and educate women on their journey of faith, motherhood, and mental health. Nicole is a wife and mom of three. After struggling with postpartum depression and anxiety, she started Anchored by Hope as a way to open up about her own struggles and help other women who might be going through the same thing. The blog aims to provide hope and encouragement for women of all ages and walks of life.

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Hi, I’m Nicole, and Anchored by Hope is my story of transformation and grace. Before giving my life to Jesus at 24, I lived a life far from where I am today—a mom, homemaker, and beauty artist Anchored by Hope. With a background in Biblical Studies and a passion for helping women find beauty—both inside and out—I’m here to share how God’s Word can transform our everyday lives. Join me as I explore the messy, beautiful, and faith-filled journey of motherhood, homemaking, and living out God’s grace.

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If you knew me before the age of 24, then reading these words probably feels nothing short of crazy 🤪. But friends—the goodness of God is real. It’s available to everyone if you’ll just believe, receive, and continue to follow Jesus.

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Begin by worshiping God for who He is.
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R — Repent
Confess where you’ve fallen short, and rest in His grace.
💬 “Forgive me for rushing ahead of You and for my impatience.”

A — Ask
Bring your needs (and the needs of others) to Him.
💬 “Give me wisdom for the decisions ahead and peace in my waiting.”

Y — Yield
Surrender your plans to Him and listen for His leading.
💬 “I release my agenda. Align my heart with Yours.”

You can use P.R.A.Y. in the morning, in a journal, while doing dishes, or before bed—it’s less about the “how” and more about the “Who.”

💌 I shared this full guide (plus a printable version you can tuck in your Bible) in my weekly email this week.
Not on the list yet? Join now so you never miss a resource or encouragement drop — the link is in my bio.

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I’m here for the ones who’ve felt the same.

The anxious mamas, the overthinkers, the rebels learning grace.

The women who love Jesus but still carry questions—and a whole lot of fire.

I don’t write perfect words.
But I pray they point to a perfect God.

Lately, I’ve watched people unsubscribe from my emails—some I’ve known for years.

It stings. 

Not because I need a big list, but because I want my words to matter.

And maybe you get that too.

So I keep writing.

Not for applause, or metrics, or even to be understood— 

but because I know I’m called to.

So if you’ve ever felt like a contradiction—too much and not enough—
I think you’ll feel at home here.

This space is for the misfits, the tender-hearted, the faith-filled + still figuring-it-out.

You’re not alone.

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In 2013, I walked into CLA for a memorial honoring Mike’s brother. I was a brand-new believer, and something about the place just wrecked me in the best way.
I left in tears, whispering, “I want to teach here.”

But I was a hairstylist with no plans for school. That dream felt wild and impossible.

Two years later, I applied to Moody Bible Institute. Not only was I accepted, but they took all my beauty school credits. A miracle.

Over the years, God kept weaving CLA into our lives—through friends, connections, and redemption stories I could’ve never planned.

When we enrolled Andy in kindergarten there, that same homecoming feeling returned. But with littles at home, we homeschooled for a few years.

Then last fall, God stirred our hearts again. I submitted my resume in faith… not knowing what job (if any) was available.

Fast forward: CLA called.
I thought it was for Bible class.
Instead… they offered me third grade.

It was more than I could’ve ever dreamed.
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Only God could take a rebel-hearted hairstylist with nothing but questions…
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It’s sticky kisses, tearful prayers, and deep, unspoken joys.

It’s the ache of pouring out—and the awe of being loved so fiercely by little hearts who see you as home.

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For the women who long for a child.
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For those with strained relationships, losses, or longings.

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And not in a “my life is perfect, nothing is wrong, look at me I’m blessed” kind of way. 

But in a “life is messy, I am a mess, and yet my rebel heart is constantly being lavished with love and encouragement through my God and His people” kind of way.

This whole summer has been one giant trust fall. I’m learning what it really means to surrender my expectations—to make my plans but ultimately let the Lord lead the way.

If you knew me before the age of 24, then reading these words probably feels nothing short of crazy 🤪. But friends—the goodness of God is real. It’s available to everyone if you’ll just believe, receive, and continue to follow Jesus.

Has this journey been easy? Absolutely not. But it has been filled with growth, faithfulness, and answered prayers beyond what I could have ever asked for or imagined.

So yes—I’m thrilled to keep sharing my classroom’s transformation, because it represents so much more than décor or bulletin boards. It’s a living picture of what the Lord can do when we simply trust Him.

✨P.S. I can hardly believe it, but my classroom wish list is almost completely fulfilled! 🥹 Just a few items remain, and I know the Lord will provide in His timing. If you feel led to help, it would mean the world to me and my students. 💛 
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Prayer doesn’t have to be complicated. Some day Prayer doesn’t have to be complicated.

Some days my prayers are long, other days they’re just a whispered “help.” But one of my favorite tools for staying rooted in conversation with God is the P.R.A.Y. framework:

P — Praise
Begin by worshiping God for who He is.
💬 “Lord, You are faithful, good, and full of mercy.”

R — Repent
Confess where you’ve fallen short, and rest in His grace.
💬 “Forgive me for rushing ahead of You and for my impatience.”

A — Ask
Bring your needs (and the needs of others) to Him.
💬 “Give me wisdom for the decisions ahead and peace in my waiting.”

Y — Yield
Surrender your plans to Him and listen for His leading.
💬 “I release my agenda. Align my heart with Yours.”

You can use P.R.A.Y. in the morning, in a journal, while doing dishes, or before bed—it’s less about the “how” and more about the “Who.”

💌 I shared this full guide (plus a printable version you can tuck in your Bible) in my weekly email this week.
Not on the list yet? Join now so you never miss a resource or encouragement drop — the link is in my bio.

💬 Do you already have a prayer rhythm? Or is this a tool you’d use?
👩🏼‍🏫 TEACHER FRIENDS 🍎 I need you - 👩🏼‍🏫 TEACHER FRIENDS 🍎

I need you - especially if you are teaching elementary ed (EVEN BETTER if it’s third grade 😆)! 

I have been nose deep in so many things the last couple weeks as I really prep for Fall! I would love to know a couple things if you’re willing to share;

1. Must have teacher supplies
2. Favorite ways to set up your room
3. Any and all resources for literally everything.
4. Things to add to an amazon wishlist
5. Best books - or ideas for how to create a perfect mini classroom library

I would be so grateful for any and all suggestions, recommendations, and encouragement!
I’ve been told I’m too much. Too loud. Too em I’ve been told I’m too much.

Too loud. Too emotional. Too honest.

But ya know what—I’m not trying to shrink myself to fit in.

I’m here for the ones who’ve felt the same.

The anxious mamas, the overthinkers, the rebels learning grace.

The women who love Jesus but still carry questions—and a whole lot of fire.

I don’t write perfect words.
But I pray they point to a perfect God.

Lately, I’ve watched people unsubscribe from my emails—some I’ve known for years.

It stings. 

Not because I need a big list, but because I want my words to matter.

And maybe you get that too.

So I keep writing.

Not for applause, or metrics, or even to be understood— 

but because I know I’m called to.

So if you’ve ever felt like a contradiction—too much and not enough—
I think you’ll feel at home here.

This space is for the misfits, the tender-hearted, the faith-filled + still figuring-it-out.

You’re not alone.

✨ I send weekly reflections by email—real, honest, anchored.

You can subscribe below or at the link in my bio if you’re craving something deeper than just another post. ↓

#faithfulandfeisty #redeemedrebel #anchoredbyhope #whyIwrite
🍎 THIRD GRADE HERE I COME! 👩🏼‍🏫 I st 🍎 THIRD GRADE HERE I COME! 👩🏼‍🏫
I still can’t believe I’m typing this…
This fall, I’ll be stepping into the classroom as a third grade teacher at Christian Liberty Academy!

Yes, I’m excited to teach. But what I’m really excited about is sharing what God has done to bring me here—because this story started over 10 years ago.

In 2013, I walked into CLA for a memorial honoring Mike’s brother. I was a brand-new believer, and something about the place just wrecked me in the best way.
I left in tears, whispering, “I want to teach here.”

But I was a hairstylist with no plans for school. That dream felt wild and impossible.

Two years later, I applied to Moody Bible Institute. Not only was I accepted, but they took all my beauty school credits. A miracle.

Over the years, God kept weaving CLA into our lives—through friends, connections, and redemption stories I could’ve never planned.

When we enrolled Andy in kindergarten there, that same homecoming feeling returned. But with littles at home, we homeschooled for a few years.

Then last fall, God stirred our hearts again. I submitted my resume in faith… not knowing what job (if any) was available.

Fast forward: CLA called.
I thought it was for Bible class.
Instead… they offered me third grade.

It was more than I could’ve ever dreamed.
The moment I stepped into the classroom, I felt it deep in my bones—this is where I’m meant to be.

Only God could take a rebel-hearted hairstylist with nothing but questions…
and turn her into a teacher with a calling.

From salon chairs to classroom desks—He did it.
He planted me right where my heart first whispered, “I want to be here.”

All glory to the One who does immeasurably more than we could ask or imagine.

#ThirdGradeTeacher #GodWroteThis #OnlyGod #AnchoredByHope #TeacherTestimony #ChristianLibertyAcademy #FaithJourney
Motherhood is such a contradiction. It will bring Motherhood is such a contradiction.

It will bring you to your knees in worship and in weariness.

It’s the greatest gift—and the greatest sacrifice.

A holy calling that asks for your whole heart, your whole self, and somehow, gives you even more in return.

Motherhood is late nights and early mornings.

It’s sticky kisses, tearful prayers, and deep, unspoken joys.

It’s the ache of pouring out—and the awe of being loved so fiercely by little hearts who see you as home.

To be a mama is to live in the tension:
of holding on and letting go, of losing yourself and somehow finding more of who God created you to be.

And today, while we honor the beauty and blessing of motherhood, we also hold space for the brokenhearted.

For the women who long for a child.
For those grieving a mama they can’t call today.
For those with strained relationships, losses, or longings.

You are seen. You are loved. You are not forgotten.

Happy Mother’s Day—to the weary, the wonder-filled, and the waiting.

May you feel the love of a God who sees it all and calls it holy.

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