Peanut butter in a glass jar,
Dip it out with a butter knife,
Spread it on a slice of bread
By itself or with grape jelly
Or maybe on a saltine cracker
Soon I was scraping the sides
For that last little bit.
I still remember the sounds today.
All gone, an empty jar,
But unlike today, not thrown away
But saved, washed, and used
As a vessel to drink from.
Milk at breakfast
Or water on a hot afternoon
To quench a thirst.
We sometimes think we are all used up
But God just washes us out
And finds another use for us
To quench the thirst of another
Like a used peanut butter jar.
copyright 10\11\10
After thinking, maybe I saved more jelly jars, but I still remember scraping the peanut butter jars for all I could get.
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Comment by mia smith on November 17, 2010 at 9:32pm
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