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     As I sit here looking outside, wishing I had more coffee, and a donut, I’m leafing through my Daily Scripture reading delivered to my email.  It’s from BibleGateway.com and skips a chapter now and then but stays in order.  There’s readings from the Old Testament and a reading from the New Testament. 

This morning I’m drawn to this Proverb from chapter 26, verse 18.  Like a maniac shooting flaming arrows of death 19 is one who deceives their neighbor and says, “I was only joking!”

Growing up as the youngest of three, with a significant distance in age from the other two, it was almost like growing up as an only child.  I’ve recently noticed that people who grow up with siblings near their own age are much better at spewing sarcasm, criticism, and the need to cast blame on others.  With that said, and my slow brain function, and my lower than normal self asteem, when flaming arrows have been sent in my direction I’m instantly defensive, but mostly hurt.  I’m daily around people that have close in age siblings and grew up with arrows flying right and left.  I’ve been hit by some of these arrows and have taken it to heart.  If I am in my prime, I spew back something without thinking and then end up with eyes full of salty water.  One time in peticular, after I spewed something out, the archer said it was just a joke.  Then when confronted by my spew, he admitted that usually there was a thread of truth wrapped around most arrows.

Now I’m thinking about my Mom that told me if I didn’t have anything nice to say, I should say nothing at all.  She was a good person, and I loved her.  We all need to try to keep our arrows in our quiver, because some wounds never fully heal.

Time to close now, my husband is hungry.

Always pondering,

dar