His message that morning was jovial. Cheerful and anticipatory of a friendly note I might have sent, just like the last time. It was early, too. Making up maybe for the deferred exchanges we’ve been having the past weeks (or month/s).
The “there’s no place like home” note must have made his day. He was expecting another along that line. He needed a laugh, maybe.
But I pulled him down from his elation and slayed his enthusiasm by rebuking his littlest failing.
Talk about spoiling for a confrontation.
He took the punch. Not gladly, thank God. He helped me realized my own flaw.
Yes, I killed his joy…but the Apostle of Grace rushed to me before I was persecuted. I escaped punishment. He has been kind to forgive and humbly expressed regret.
The lessons did not evade their purpose. Praise be to God!
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“Thoughtless words can wound as deeply as any sword. But wisely spoken words can heal.”
Proverbs 12:18
“Do not use harmful words, but only helpful words, the kind that build up and provide what is needed, so that what you say will do good to those who hear you.”
Ephesians 4:29
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