They were dangerously yummy – I had to share with neighbors,
my parents, pretty much anyone I could.
These soft, white sugar puffs were delicious. Like the
crisp, clean snow outside making everything underneath it a beautiful sparkling
white, the marshmallows made everything sweeter.
The winter can be bleak and long here in the Midwest.
Honestly, sometimes my soul feels like a reflection of that. There are times
when I know I’ve said the wrong thing, yelled at my kids, messed up dinner for
my husband, not had time to clean my house and felt like a failure.
A tiny marshmallow can sweeten a mug of hot chocolate. It
starts small, but it disperses throughout the dark cocoa and eventually the
white sugar takes over and creates a tempting, warm drink that your lips can’t
refuse.
So it is with our souls. I am thankful that God’s mercies
are new each day. I have the great gift of being able to start again, because
what may start as a small bit of kindness in the morning snowballs into a
wonderful day. A little bit of sweet really can do that! (But, unfortunately, the reverse also is
true!)
In my own home, I have to remember that a touch of honey in
my words sparks love and action. My children are young and their spirits are
gentle. It is a constant reminder to me that I need to be in charge of my family’s
attitude. If I sense frustration and discontent, I need to search inward to see
if I am acting with grace and love. If I am not, I need to be the marshmallow –
sweeten up my words, give some more hugs and kisses and change the attitudes in
my home – because, like the marshmallow, a little bit of sugar can go quite a
long way.
BE THE MARSHMALLOW!
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