From the Heart
Years ago an anonymous writer penned a short
poem about the merit of measuring our words:
“A wise old owl sat in an oak.
The more he saw the less he spoke.
The less he spoke the more he heard.
“Why can’t we all be like that wise old bird?”
There is a connection between wisdom
and limiting what we say.
It is wise to be a good listener
while holding our tongue at bay.
Be sensitive to the needs of the one
you are speaking to.
Listen to what their heart is saying
before expressing your point of view.
Wisdom from above:
“Although there is a time to be quiet
and a time to speak (Eccl.3:7)
choosing to speak less allows us
to hear more.”
Let the words of my mouth,
and the meditations of my heart,
be acceptable in Thy sight.
Oh Lord, my strength and my redeemer.
Shout to the Lord
(If you are depressed you need to read the Psalms.)
“Forever, oh Lord, your word is settled in Heaven.
From My Heart
Still making mistakes at my old age.
Wisdom doesn’t come by a calendar page.
When do we accept ourselves with all our flaws?
Does society rule? Or our self-inflicted laws?
Lord, I need your power to live victoriously.
I can’t do it on my own.
None of my good intentions will work
unless You are “on the throne”.
You have placed eternity in our soul.
To be your obedient servant is my goal.
There is one main truth none of us can deny.
We can’t fully enjoy life-
Until we are prepared to die.
“If any of you lack wisdom,
let him ask of God, who gives to all
liberally and without reproach, and
it will be given to him.”
Photo by Melodie Hendrix
This week I wrote the wrong day in my journal. Wait, before you get in a tizzy, think about what Mother would have said. “You’ll never know the difference a hundred years from now.” You’re right, Mother, I thought and went on with what I was doing.
Like most mothers, mine had an abundance of things to say. Sometimes she was joking, or I hoped she was, as when she would say, “Now don’t be afraid of the storm, if lightning strikes you, you’ll never know the difference.” I must say, I have no fear of lightning, so she must have been on the right track. Afraid someone might kidnap you? Here’s what Mother would say: “Don’t worry, the minute they get you under a street light they’ll bring you right back.” Want to run away to Grandmother’s house, but wonder how you’re going to get the fifty miles down the mountain by yourself when you’re only a kid? Mother’s suggestion: “Here’s a nickel, don’t spend it all in one place.”
How about if your dress has a small spot on it and you’re ready to go out the door? “They’ll never know the difference on a galloping horse.”
Mother had some nice saying, too. She learned them from Auntie Elvira her first Sunday school teacher, who was my first Sunday school teacher too. When my brother and I fought the word was, “Be ye kind, one to another, tender, loving, forgiving each other.” Okay, Mom, I’ll try. If I wanted to say something bad about someone who had hurt my feelings she’d caution, “Ask yourself: is it kind, is it true, and do I have to tell it.” At least one of those is going to have a no, so forget it.
Ephesians 6:1 Children obey your parents for this is right.