I drove to the Rehab Center to brighten my friend's day on this Valentine's Day. There I found a van that was way too familiar to me-filled to capacity overflowing with fragrant flowers, bursting buds of charismatic colors that would make some one happy.
I stuck my head casually in the open door and laughingly said to the lady, "I thought of you this morning,"(tongue in cheek)as I rehearsed former days when I would stay up nearly all night preparing for this special occasion.
"I hope this is a smooth painless day as you deliver and make folks happy." I quickly left-nearly blessed. I really felt that way as I recall breathing that prayer many times when snow storms and icy roads overpowered delivery. Deliveries had to be perfect to keep customers. I recall one time that a clerk in her hastiness enclosed a sympathy card instead of the Happy Valentine's Day card. Embarrassed for sure.
Finding the right words and delivering the bouquets were just as important as anything I had to say or write.It still is today when I've said something and received a frown. Or wrote something teasingly and heard an earful.
The other night Austin fell from a small kitchen stool and in trying to catch him from re-breaking his arm, he was sad at my urgency and his gentle spirit was crushed. "I'm sorry, Austin. I didn't mean to hurt you," as I took him in my arms and carressed him.
Oh, my feeble words. Lord, help me to choose them wisely, so I don't hurt anyone in reading my thoughts, intentionally or by just an inflection of the right words wrongly used.Oh Lord, remind me to pray, "Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart Be acceptable in Your sight.(Psalms 19:14)and let the message be the right delivery.
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