Does anyone else drop clangours, or make faux pas?
On Wednesday my husband and I walked at the beautiful Winkworth Arboretum. We climbed a hill, sat on a seat to admire the view and watched an older couple climb using sticks.
Aware of maintaining social distance, I said:
‘We’ll leave the seat for you.’
‘We don’t need it.’ they replied, striding past. ‘These are walking poles!’
I have a colleague who is a size 8, has her hair in a pony tail, and wears high heels, and tight jeans. I learned recently that she is a grandmother.
‘I’m older than you think I am.’ she rebuked me.
In writing a novel I can reflect on the dialogue and change it. An inappropriate word can be tuned, but in life we cannot undo words based on incorrect assumptions. I worry about this and allow mistakes to go round in my head.
There is no need. It is my heart that is at fault, not my words. And the debt for my foolish assumptions has already been paid, cancelled the minute I repent and claim salvation in Christ.
This blog is a response to the fiveminutedriday prompt CANCEL. You can visit other posts on the same theme here.: