I returned from a four-day conference in North Carolina and my husband, David, picked me up from the airport. On the drive home, I told him that I couldn’t wait to relax on our deck, surrounded by my gorgeous potted flowers. His face paled. “What’s wrong?” I asked. Squinting hard and in a sorrowful tone, he confessed, “I forgot to water your flowers.” What??!! You promised you would care for them. You told me not to remind you— that you had it covered. I could hardly speak.
When we got home, I hurried to the deck only to discover that my flowers were in worse shape than I’d imagined. I yearned to see their vibrant colored faces, but my flowers were shriveled, brown and lifeless. At least two pots were completely gone. Tears welled with my feelings—anger, sadness, disappointment. David stood at the kitchen door and whispered, “I’m really sorry.” I wanted to lash out at him, but when I turned to face him, he was gone. Before I could react, I heard an encouraging whisper in the depth of my soul: “Words kill, words give life; they’re either poison or fruit—you choose.” (Proverbs 18:21 MSG)
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