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How We Answer

 “A soft answer turneth away wrath: but grievous words stir up anger.” - Proverbs 15:1

“Excuse me,  may I get by please?” Sure “hon”, was the response. “I’m sorry I can’t get past your cart.” And then I heard: The cart don’t move? I turned and looked at the store manager who had rang me out. I then moved my fellow shopper’s cart out of the way. As I was leaving I said: “You all have a good day! God bless you!”  

Now let me say, I don’t know if the soft answer turned the other person’s wrath away. I don’t know if there was intended malice in what was said. But I do know that through the grace of God my soft answer turned away my wrath. I left the store with a smile. When I got inside my car I was still smiling.  For certainly I was reminded that carts don’t move on their own. Something or someone has to push. 

Push. Keep going. Pray and climb the mountain. Sing and escape the rage. Remember how far you’ve come and get your praise on.   Ooo—oo there was a time when the flesh would have spoken and I wouldn’t have this testimony. Lord thank you for “soft answer” grace Your strength made perfect in my weakness. 

How we answer matters. I learned this through the example of other Christians. I am so thankful. I don’t have to argue or get upset. The cart moved and so did my heart. It’s been a mighty good day! Thank you Lord!

God bless!

In Christ,

Sis. Stephanie 

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