Since you have purified your souls in obeying the truth through the Spirit in sincere love of the brethren, love one another fervently with a pure heart, having been born again, not of corruptible seed but incorruptible, through the word of God which lives and abides forever, because........
All flesh is as grass,
And all the glory of man as the flower of the grass.
The grass withers,
And its flower falls away,
But the word of the LORD endures forever.”
1 Peter 1:
I have felt out of words lately.....and that's okay because sometimes you just like drinking things in.
There is a time for contemplating....watching......listening......absorbing.
There is a season for that as well as writing. After all, before the writing comes the feeling. So, this morning I thought since I had none of my own words, I would go to God's word.
And somehow, that seemed to set things in motion.
The Word brings the life, and the life gives birth to words.
God stirred my heart up and I saw people around me differently. Sometimes I need my eyes opened. Well, most of the time I do.
I went to get gas and drive my car through the wash. For some reason when I got gas it didn't give me the option of getting a wash so I went inside. The nice gal I see in there all the time was busily working away. I always notice how helpful she is. I explained the situation......and as usual she was very accommodating. We talked and joked, and I went to get my wash.
While the soap suds were flowing down my window........God kept bringing her to my mind.
The Spirit said, you should let her know that you appreciate her....that she is doing a good job. I said, I will tell her next time.
He said, maybe she needs it today.
I went back in. I let her know that what she does is noticed......appreciated.
As I was drying my car I saw a man coming out of the store. He smiled sheepishly, as if he wanted to be friendly......once on the way in the store and once on the way out....I think he wanted to say something nice. But I got the feeling that maybe he didn't know if it would be appropriate. Men have to worry about that now. About how we might take it, I guess. I gave a smile back.
He was driving a cement truck. Just a hard working guy on his way to a job. Not an easy job either. He touched me. It touches me how he is part of me, part of our country. How we are all part of each other when it comes right down to it.
Maybe I am feeling a bit protective of our country lately. It seems almost popular to beat up on America....at least it seems that way to me. We are all just doing the best we can here. Dealing with prices going up on just about everything we buy.
But we won't give up. We will keep going, keep trying. We will do the best we can........Because it's the right thing to do. Because giving up is not what America has ever been about.
So tomorrow I may get impatient and suck in my breath at how others drive on the freeway, but right now I love everyone. And I think it all started when His word sparked a fire that leapt to life with these eight words:
Love one another fervently with a pure heart.
And somehow, that seemed to set things in motion.
The Word brings the life, and the life gives birth to words.
God stirred my heart up and I saw people around me differently. Sometimes I need my eyes opened. Well, most of the time I do.
I went to get gas and drive my car through the wash. For some reason when I got gas it didn't give me the option of getting a wash so I went inside. The nice gal I see in there all the time was busily working away. I always notice how helpful she is. I explained the situation......and as usual she was very accommodating. We talked and joked, and I went to get my wash.
While the soap suds were flowing down my window........God kept bringing her to my mind.
The Spirit said, you should let her know that you appreciate her....that she is doing a good job. I said, I will tell her next time.
He said, maybe she needs it today.
I went back in. I let her know that what she does is noticed......appreciated.
As I was drying my car I saw a man coming out of the store. He smiled sheepishly, as if he wanted to be friendly......once on the way in the store and once on the way out....I think he wanted to say something nice. But I got the feeling that maybe he didn't know if it would be appropriate. Men have to worry about that now. About how we might take it, I guess. I gave a smile back.
He was driving a cement truck. Just a hard working guy on his way to a job. Not an easy job either. He touched me. It touches me how he is part of me, part of our country. How we are all part of each other when it comes right down to it.
Maybe I am feeling a bit protective of our country lately. It seems almost popular to beat up on America....at least it seems that way to me. We are all just doing the best we can here. Dealing with prices going up on just about everything we buy.
But we won't give up. We will keep going, keep trying. We will do the best we can........Because it's the right thing to do. Because giving up is not what America has ever been about.
So tomorrow I may get impatient and suck in my breath at how others drive on the freeway, but right now I love everyone. And I think it all started when His word sparked a fire that leapt to life with these eight words:
Love one another fervently with a pure heart.
I love that you took the time to tell her.
ReplyDeleteSo important. Necessary. It's what we should do -- as Christians. We need each other.
Yes, it's hard to be an American these days, as we are all struggling -- to make wise fiscal decisions. But regardless of how bad we may have it -- there is always, always something worse.
Blessings to you today.
Thank you for this reminder today. What a gift a few well-chosen words can be.
ReplyDeleteNice post Lori,
ReplyDeleteA kind word does one good.
Blessings,
Ken