We headed down the road for our early morning walk, stepping
a little tentatively on the white-fringed leaves and glassy puddles. Frost
picked out the bare branches and sparkled on the lacy webs. A hush prevailed.
We walked slower, more carefully, than usual, yet still, at
the halfway point Mary slipped and nearly went down. Reluctantly, we turned
back, not wanting to risk a broken wrist or ankle. The results of one misstep
can take weeks or even months or years to rectify.
Some situations in life require care. A word blurted in
frustration or anger can take weeks, months or even years to heal. Only in
Christ can some words be healed.
Note to self.
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