I don't like cutting up a watermelon. Or a pineapple. Or even uncooked potatoes.
Twelve-year-old me, standing next to my mama chopping in the kitchen, she teaches me, "Sara, you have to have a special balance of confidence and caution when using sharp knives. Without one or the other you will cut yourself. Be strong but always know where your fingers are."
I try to remember this but my knees still get weak as I try to push a big knife through a cantaloupe. It takes practice.
Confrontation also makes me physically sick. I get queasy and tongue-tied and would rather do anything but tell someone something uncomfortable. But we are not to sacrifice our loved ones on the altar of comfort. It, too, takes practice.
I have to be confident and cautious. Confident that it is always right to tell the truth and cautious with my words. They have to be compassionate and edifying and helpful - not browbeating or condemning.
And with that, Ephesians 4 is a good read. May we learn to speak the truth in love and kindness to one another.
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