If someone were to pay you 10 cents for every kind word you ever spoke and collect from you 5 cents for every unkind word, would you be rich or poor? ~unknown
My friend, Stacy, (name has been changed to protect the guilty) was a young wife and eager to make her husband proud cooking for their first revival. One thing she was sure she could do was make a pumpkin pie. The crust formed a perfect circle. The pumpkin was spread in the pan. All was ready -- time to bake it. Stacy was so happy when it came out of the oven. Admiring the golden brown crust, she sprinkled cinnamon on the fragrant orange masterpiece. She couldn't wait to serve it.
Stacy's husband beamed all through the meal. He knew how hard his bride had worked to make this a special meal despite her lack of experience and their tight budget. I don't recall what Stacy served for the main course, but I do know the crowning glory was the pie. Well, until the evangelist took his first bite. His face reflected panic -- to swallow or not to swallow?
You see, Stacy's mother always used pumpkin pie filling. Stacy used solid pack pumpkin with its bland earthy taste. No matter how delicious the pie looked, without the sugar included, it was disgustingly bitter.
How many times do we approach people without the sweetness we need? Our abrasive words, stinging with sarcasm or imitation sweetening substitutes, can hurt, whether spoken, repeated or posted on a Facebook wall (of course in hopes they will be read by the nameless one intended).
But like solid pack pumpkin, adding the sweetness of the Holy Spirit keeps the words of our mouth acceptable, not only to others, but also to our Heavenly Father.
I find such joy in keeping my words sweet. But when I allow my words to trample over the quiet checks of the Holy Spirit, to rush out in judgment or with deliberate criticism, I grieve. And in the grieving, I taste solid pack pumpkin. Unsweetened. The tasteless words spoken cannot be unsaid.
Each day, when I spend time with God, I pray these words as a benediction: "Let the words of my mouth be acceptable unto you...my God and my Redeemer." I love the sweetness. The joy. The spicy pumpkin orangeness of acceptable words.
Little Pumpkin Boy
My friend, Stacy, (name has been changed to protect the guilty) was a young wife and eager to make her husband proud cooking for their first revival. One thing she was sure she could do was make a pumpkin pie. The crust formed a perfect circle. The pumpkin was spread in the pan. All was ready -- time to bake it. Stacy was so happy when it came out of the oven. Admiring the golden brown crust, she sprinkled cinnamon on the fragrant orange masterpiece. She couldn't wait to serve it.
Stacy's husband beamed all through the meal. He knew how hard his bride had worked to make this a special meal despite her lack of experience and their tight budget. I don't recall what Stacy served for the main course, but I do know the crowning glory was the pie. Well, until the evangelist took his first bite. His face reflected panic -- to swallow or not to swallow?
You see, Stacy's mother always used pumpkin pie filling. Stacy used solid pack pumpkin with its bland earthy taste. No matter how delicious the pie looked, without the sugar included, it was disgustingly bitter.
How many times do we approach people without the sweetness we need? Our abrasive words, stinging with sarcasm or imitation sweetening substitutes, can hurt, whether spoken, repeated or posted on a Facebook wall (of course in hopes they will be read by the nameless one intended).
But like solid pack pumpkin, adding the sweetness of the Holy Spirit keeps the words of our mouth acceptable, not only to others, but also to our Heavenly Father.
I find such joy in keeping my words sweet. But when I allow my words to trample over the quiet checks of the Holy Spirit, to rush out in judgment or with deliberate criticism, I grieve. And in the grieving, I taste solid pack pumpkin. Unsweetened. The tasteless words spoken cannot be unsaid.
Each day, when I spend time with God, I pray these words as a benediction: "Let the words of my mouth be acceptable unto you...my God and my Redeemer." I love the sweetness. The joy. The spicy pumpkin orangeness of acceptable words.
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Little Pumpkin Boy
I saw a little boy with a pumpkin hat and thought my 'lil pumpkin boy needed one, too.
I found the Beanie Baby Pumpkin Hat pattern and believe me when I say this is super easy. I finished it in an evening. For Camron I added five rows and adjusted the stem to fit. I didn't make the vine. Wouldn't a red one with a brown stem be cute?
I used Vanna's Choice yarn. It crocheted great. Morgan saw me finishing the hat and thought she needed a purple hat. It was a toss up -- pink or purple but purple won. I used this pattern from Craft Bits. The only problem is she thought I could finished it before her momma came to pick her up. Mawmaw's not that fast!
It would be cute to gift the hat along with A Pumpkin Prayer by Amy Parker. This is a book teaching thankfulness for God's blessings. It's a board book for ages one and older.
