I’m sharing recipes and tips on being frugal while polishing up my photography and creative writing skills. There’s an occasional spiritual discussion, a book review here and there, and probably more pictures of my dog than are strictly necessary. It’s part chat with a girlfriend over a glass of sweet tea, part conversation overheard in the grocery store checkout line, and part Thanksgiving dinner with the crazy branch of the family.

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Pleasant Words ~ Saints and Scripture Sunday

Pleasant words are like a honeycomb, sweetness to the soul and health to the body.
~ Proverbs 16:24

I stitched this sampler well over two decades ago because I liked the colors and the pattern - the verse was just an added bonus. As the years have passed this tidbit of scripture has proved itself true to me time and time again. I can't count how many times a kind word has turned my day around, given me a new perspective. It doesn't have to be anything important or deeply meaningful, and it can be from a complete stranger. It can be someone in an elevator telling me they hope my day goes well, or an elderly lady in Target complimenting my child's manners. I've found that it also improves my attitude when I'm the one speaking the pleasant words. There have been days when I've been in a truly foul mood and forced myself to go find someone to be nice to in order to pull myself out of the "funk". One day this almost backfired on me, though.

I was in the hospital and my grumpiness had turned into something vicious - I was spoiling for a fight. I decided rather than head to the office in this humor and possibly get fired for being so mean and nasty I'd say something nice to the next person I saw and turn my mood around. I walked out into the hall and saw a white-haired gentleman waiting on a stretcher. He was wearing a bright orange golf shirt and it really suited his coloring - he looked robust and rosy-cheeked. I walked toward him with a smile on my face to compliment him on his choice of attire, but as I caught his eye and opened my mouth to speak I saw the person sitting on a chair nearby wasn't an attentive daughter, it was a prison guard. His fashion-forward orange shirt was a prison jumpsuit. He was looking at me expectantly, so I patted his shoulder and asked if he was doing OK, if he needed anything? He said he was fine, and I managed to get around the corner before I collapsed against the wall laughing. Still, I think it improved both our days - probably mine more than his!

This verse in the Bible more than any other proves to me that God is a woman and that She is most likely a well-brought-up Southern girl. Either that or we well-brought-up Southern girls are God's particular favorites. Same difference.

Join Dianna at The Kennedy Adventures for Saints and Scripture Sunday every week. You never know what you'll find there!

6 comments:

Beverly@Beverly's Back Porch said...

You are so right. Kindness to others will always change your day for the better and if someone is kind to you that really is a bonus.

Cheryl Lage said...

Vinegar is SUCH a poor subsititute for honey. ;)

LOVE the thought that God is particularly fond of---if not one himself/herself/divineself---Southern girls! ;)

Darlin'!

(and your handwork is NOTHING to be sneezed at!)

Melissa aka Equidae said...

enjoyed your post especially the part about the prisoner that was awesome! passed from sits

gaelikaa said...

Great stuff, very wise. Kind words are so healing. You know how it is when you're having a really bad day an someone says something nice? That's how it is with me when I hear good stuff. I hate people who moan and complain all the time, they really freak me out!

Dulcie said...

This is really odd. Tonight, after having the worst commute in months (basically 20 miles of city streets and red lights), and finding poop from the neighbor's dog next to my driveway when I got home, and suffering major stress because I might or might not be getting a real job soon, and a few other things, I ended up at Walgreens.

As I was coming out, slightly cheered up because the stuff I needed was unexpectedly on sale, I saw a young man with a Life cereal shirt. One of my favorite all-time cereals since childhood. So I was going to compliment him on the shirt, then I noticed that instead of Quaker in the corner, it said "HOOD" Life. Oops. I suspect there were other, sinister differences if I had looked more closely. I kept smiling and walked on, then started laughing. At least it all cheered me up way further than I had been, and I thought of your orange shirt story immediately.

Dianna@KennedyAdventures said...

Good heavens! Apparently the comment I left here was eaten by the comment trolls!

How have I never heard this hysterical story before? I love that you and I both tend to turn to Proverbs quite frequently for our entries.

Thanks so much for being such a faithful participant. Love you!

 
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