Suddenly, a whirlwind of a little boy swooshed by our cart. Then we heard it… that shrill, loud sound of an angry woman, feet pounding toward us as she shouted horrible words at the child. I literally wanted to put my hands over Kimba's ears. He was standing there with his mouth wide open, eyes staring at the woman as she quickly and angrily grasped the child’s arm and pulled him roughly toward the front of the store. My boy's unbelieving eyes followed them all the way down the grocery aisle, and then he turned toward me with the most bewildered look on his little face.
That’s when he said them... the words that broke my heart.
“That’s not his Mommy. We should try to find her for him, he needs her.”
I had to turn my head, my eyes were misting. I wished his words were true, but I was pretty certain that she was his Mother. I vowed to myself then and there to pray longer and more seriously about asking the LORD to help me with my own tongue, not only with the words I use, but with my tone of voice, and my facial expressions. I made a mental note to search for and memorize a few more scriptures to mentally recite when I am at the end of my rope with exhaustion, frustration, and spent energy in mothering.
“Let no unwholesome word proceed out of your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, that it may give grace to those who hear.” (Ephesians 4:29).
“And there must be no filthiness and silly talk, or coarse jesting, which are not fitting, but rather the giving of thanks.” (Ephesians 5:4)
My LORD and GOD,
May every word I speak glorify YOU, and edify others. Help me to say only things that are true, wholesome, kind, necessary, and honorable. And may someone reach the mother and little boy in the store for Christ.
In Jesus’ Name,