I was stuck walking behind an old man riding around the grocery store in his "Jazzy- Scooter". He was about one hundred and fifteen years old and his scooter was pushing 1/22nd miles per hour. I had a list ( yeah, I make lists- Lot's of 'em and I carry them around with me constantly. -I know, it makes me laugh and I scorn at myself too) All I could think about was how far this man was putting me behind on MY list and MY schedule for the day. (You know what the letter "A" of a type "A" personality stands for don't you?) Anyway I said to God in my head, "Dear God, I CAN'T GO THIS SLOW!" When all of a sudden, you know with God being God and all, I heard him think ;) "bet me Belinda."
My foot hasn't stopped hurting since and I want my blog administrator because he always makes me feel better and that confession helped a lot too.
*Consider the person in your way the person who God has sent for you to deal with for a reason and Mr.Mason, I need for you to move your scooter and that's not my gun.