Surely, this is a season to count the cost of my words, lest I ignite something I can’t put out. Is it really worth telling you what is on my mind?
In a word, NO!
But others have said some worthwhile words — a better read than my rant. May I pass along what has encouraged me over this Inaugural weekend of highs and lows – times ranging from pride and hope to grief, worry, and dumbfoundedness. Here’s what regulated my breathing – a little poetry and some proverbs; pastoral advice, and a few pithy points. I hope you enjoy!
Count the cost
WISDOM ~ Phyllis Tickle
Everyone assumes
That the perfumes
Of August
Are the work of springtime’s buds ageing into blooms.
But the fading rose,
In her dying knows,
It is the joy of ceasing
That distills perfume.
The mouth of the righteous is a fountain of life,
But the mouth of the wicked conceals violence. ~ Proverbs 10:11
My time today is better spent digesting the lessons I remember I learned the hard way by insisting on my way – a thought confirmed by the pastor who urged us to
Spend more time on our knees than our feet.
So, I hope tomorrow I have a good answer for a pointed question:
Now that it’s all over, what did you really do yesterday that’s worth mentioning? ~Coleman Cox
Perhaps after I count, I may have something to say that builds up, instead of tears down. (Proverbs 14:1)
A meaningful silence is better than meaningless words — Chris Garick
And may I repeat myself, please? Here’s what I still am doing in the The Aftermath of Another Presidential Election.