Promises You Don't Intend to Keep

One of my favorite movies ever made is Beauty and the Beast. Cogsworth, the little clock, tries to help Beast by telling him what he should give Belle. "Flowers. Chocolates. Promises you don't intend to keep." LOL

The line caught my whole family off guard, even the audience in the movie theater and had everyone laughing.

While the statement seems ridiculous, subconsciously we often think this very thought. We will only keep a promise if:

*we want to,
*it benefits us, or
*we will get something in return.

Once upon a time, back when I was five, I asked Jesus to be my Lord and Savior. I believed in His promises as only a five-year-old could. As I grew older, I began to learn more of the promises Jesus made to me. The Bible is full of them.

Even when I foolishly walk away from Him through disobedience or neglect, He waits for me with open arms. Ready to forgive. Ready to keep His promises.

This Saturday, my sweet Katy baby is getting married to the man of her dreams. He is so much like her father. I can see why she was attracted to him.

Since they are in their young thirties they chose to have a very simple wedding. Only thirty people have been invited. She had a friend make her wedding dress. The wedding will take place in Tucson, Arizona where the temperatures are expected to be in the 100's. To help their guest feel comfortable, the ceremony will be held on Mt. Lemmon, where cool temperatures will enhance the mountain top view.

They will exchange their vows to each other. Kiss, and honor promises they intend to keep. I am so happy for her.

Think about the promises you've made lately. The word "promise" may not have come out of your mouth, but God and those around you took it as such. Is there something that must be done to honor the commitment?

Promise candidates:

Read Bible everyday
Do my job pleasing to God
Take care of my health

What others can you suggest?

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