“Words are powerful. With them we can build folks up or tear them down. Or just down right confuse them.”
“What do you mean, Grandfather?”
“Years ago, while in language school, my professor told us a story I’ve never forgotten. She came to the States to study. Her mother accompanied her. Problem was, her mother didn’t speak English.
“Her mother would practice her words with her daughter before going to the market. One day, she wanted to buy a chicken to make her special dish for supper. ‘One chicken. One chicken, one chicken,’ she repeated on the way to the market. When she got to the meat department, she held up one finger. ‘One kitchen.’”
“What happened? Did she get the chicken?” Grandfather chuckled.
“Well, Timmy. This wasn’t the first time this’d happened so the gentlemen smiled, wrapped a chicken for her.”
“Chicken. Kitchen. I can understand how she got them mixed up.”
“We must be careful our words aren’t confused.” Timmy tilted his head. “Especially when we tell folks we love the Lord Jesus, then do something unloving.”
“Yes. It is. That’s why our verse today is so important. I want the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart to be acceptable to my Lord.”
“I do, too, Grandfather.” Grandfather smiled, hugged Timmy.
Kingdom Thinking. I have a problem. I do what I don’t want, say things without thinking. But the Lord Jesus, my Redeemer, promises to love me with an everlasting love and never leave me. He’s in the process of loving others through me. Do you need a Redeemer? He waits for you.