Here we go again – messing with our clocks as if we control the sun’s rising and setting. This Sunday we will lose the hour of sunlight we gained in spring, which we had lost the previous fall – and so forth.
When told the reason for Daylight Saving time the old Indian said, “Only a white man would believe that you could cut a foot off the top of a blanket and sew it to the bottom of a blanket and have a longer blanket.” ~Author Unknown
I think about this when I am resetting the clocks — especially the electronic clock on the stove as I tap forward or backward minute by minute. I wish I could lose at least sixty of those less than stellar flash-by moments when I said something stupid, snarky, or sanctimonious. (A Smoke Alarm for My Words)
I can’t surprise the Lord when I speak – or write. (Psalm 139) However, I surprise myself with how I still cause unnecessary conflict, commotion, and pain with willful or thoughtless words! (See Proverbs 26, esp, 19)
Yes, I am repeating myself.
Worrisome words – the I couldn’t care less how what I say sounds to you– words are the seeds of more bitter harvests this year.
We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth ~ John Lyly
Reading Proverbs, again, I see the power of words; for example in Proverbs 18:21. Paraphrased by Eugene Peterson, a dozen words keep me responsible for how I build my house or tear it down:
Words kill, words give life;
they’re either poison or fruit—you choose.
The spiritual – admirable– choice is using life-giving words – but sometimes I wish I had the power to make others make better word choices, too.
God’s not finished with me, right?
You can’t hide your true colors as you approach the autumn of your life.~ Anonymous