All the recent rain has made everything green again. It almost looks like spring in September!
I was at the kitchen sink listening to the talk among the children…
Why is it they feel the need to correct each other?
and point out obvious errors?
I considered my own habits of late, I haven’t done much better.
Our words can be like the sharp thistles hidden within the lush green grass. As my little daughter steps gingerly through the yard, avoiding the thorns, so others learn to tiptoe around us – avoiding harsh comments.
Sometimes it feels as though there are just too many to step around,
then, unexpectedly…
a kind word is spoken
healing begins.
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In the middle of our yard is a patch where all the grass is dead. It looks bleak,
yet in the midst of this brown patch, flowers unexpectedly appeared!
“There is one who speaks rashly like the thrusts of a sword,
But the tongue of the wise brings healing”
Proverbs 12:18
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