Fire Up or Torch?
The Sovereign Lord has given me a well-instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being instructed. Isaiah 50:4 NIV
When I was a kid, all girls in 7th & 8th grade were enrolled in home economics to learn cooking and sewing basics. No choice but I'm glad I had this experience. I guess they wanted to make sure we would make good little housewives someday. In 9th grade we were encouraged to continue in advanced home economics to learn more in-depth housekeeping skills.
Coloring inside the lines was never my forte. I thrived on different.
So instead, I signed up for shop class and learned printshop (no, not on a computer; with typesetting, screen printing and ink); woodworking (yes, with band saws, circular saws, drills and all things that drew blood); and welding.
It was in welding class that I witnessed the power of a small concentrated fire. The flame shooting from the torch ripped one piece of metal apart and seamed two others together. It was lethal and yet mending. Whoever controlled the flame, controlled the outcome.
We have a little flame. It rests inside our mouths. Our tongue.
We can fire up and encourage a withered heart or torch it with a careless word.
So today, let's make a decision together.
It's Monday! Yay! A fresh start!
It doesn't matter what we did last year, last month, last week or last night.
We can choose not to 'react' with torch splitting heat when someone crunches our cookies.
Each day, let's choose to mend, to encourage, to fire up some weary souls that God puts in our path.