I just get to be called a saint because I love Jesus.
I posted last on not being served, but serving.
I yelled at Benjamin and he cried, "You are scaring me to death."
I replied, "If you don't stop, I'll give you something to be scared about."
I yelled to Ben (a.k.a. Precious husband who has been extremely occupied at work) that he needed to attend to ME!!!! That wasn't all, but I have great respect for him and I was clearly in the wrong so I'll leave it at that. Aghhhhh, I desire to encourage him. Sometimes I wish my mouth was duck taped. The worst part is he quietly let me rant and rave so I really looked psycho after I hung up on him. Let's see what was the part about serving...
Thank you Lord for loving this saint; the one that needs duck tape.
I am so glad that You are honored in my repentance.
Because not much of anything I said today was honoring to You.