A word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver.
I arrived at church for the evening service, parked my car and ran to the door with my coat over my head, protecting me from the blustry wind and rain. Once safe inside I glanced at my watch; "still half an hour to go before the service", I thought, "I'll pop down to the pre-service prayers". So down I ventured into our lovely chapel where all was peace and calm from the storm building up outside. There was just one other there. Jenny was sitting, leaning over her Bible, searching intently. Not to disturb her, I sat a few seats away and began to pray.
After a few moments of quiet with the gentle rustling of pages, Jenny leant across to me, her face lit up with a huge smile. "Don't you just love this verse", she said, "listen; 'a word aptly spoken is like apples of gold in settings of silver' ". I must confess I've never sat down and searched through Proverbs for gems like that. "There's a lady that loves her Bible", I thought.