Why God Gave Me a Tongue (standard:humor, 910 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 02 2022	Views/Reads: 632/412	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A tongue can either be a blessing or a curse. It just determines how you use it. I can use my tongue for good and bless people or, I can allow my tongue to be a curse. God gave me my tongue, now I need to use it for his honor and glory.

One thing about getting older is that you begin to understand the old
saying that you don't know what you don't know. It has been so true for 
me. When I think I know everything, something comes up that I never 
even thought about. 

Sometimes The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage brings up something
that I need to learn and she is a persuasive teacher. 

Truth be told, I didn't really know what my tongue was all about. It's
been in my mouth from before the time I was born. And yet recently, I 
discovered a new aspect of my tongue. 

The other day I snuck out of the house and went down to a restaurant,
which shall be undisclosed here, to get a senior coffee and an Apple 
Fritter. 

Apple Fritters are not permitted in our home. For some reason, The
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage does not allow Apple Fritters to be 
part of my diet. She has explained this many times, and yet I still do 
not know the whole reason behind it. 

And yet, sometimes I get a yearning for an Apple Fritter. I can only
restrain that yearning for so long before I succumb to the desire to go 
and get one. I knew I could not bring it home, or I would be in some 
deep trouble, so I stayed at that unmentioned restaurant and enjoyed my 
coffee and Apple Fritter. 

As I was enjoying my time with my coffee and Apple Fritter, I suddenly
became aware of something. 

It is amazing how often I come up with something that I've never come up
with before. I had an idea that I never thought about before. 

The idea had everything to do with my tongue. How many times have I ever
thought about my tongue? It's in my mouth, I assume it's doing its job, 
and forget it's there. 

As I was munching on my Apple Fritter, I began to understand the purpose
of my tongue, which had nothing to do with wagging. 

As I thought about it, the thought that dominated my mind was simply
this, if it weren't for my tongue, I would not know how delicious this 
Apple Fritter really was. 

For a moment, I was frozen in time, and for the first time in my life, I
began to appreciate my tongue. 

I laid my Apple Fritter down on a napkin and just admired it for a few
moments. There it was in all of its magnificent glory and delicious 
taste. I don't know who invented the Apple Fritter, but they deserve a 
Nobel Peace Prize from my point of view. 

I was going to savor this moment, and I slowly picked up the Apple
Fritter, took a bite, and laid it back down on the napkin. I let that 
piece marinate in my mouth and let my tongue do its work. 

My tongue was very busy at that moment, conveying to me a most delicious
aspect of that Apple Fritter. I never would've guessed that my tongue 
was so important to me. 

I mentally made a note that I would take better care of my tongue than
I'd ever done before. My tongue has to become my favorite companion. 

Sitting there, the waitress came up and said, “Is everything okay?” 

I looked at her, tossed her a wonderful smile, and said, “Yes,
everything is perfect.” 

She smiled at me and then went back to her job. 

I thought of the word “perfect” and how it related to my tongue. I don't
know about other days, but today my tongue was perfect in expressing 
the delicious nature of that Apple Fritter. 

I was wrestling with a little temptation at the time. I was tempted to


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