my own plank

I'm feeling cranky. All morning I was composing a rough draft in my head to post here on my blog. About how loving one another is hard... how I'm sick of this and that and the other thing.

Then God reminded me to take the plank out of my own eye. Getting the tweezers. Also He gently reminded me to watch my tongue. Have a hard time with that one, too.

All the while I feel myself spiraling into the depths of despair (my very own pity party.) You know what, "screw you Satan!" I'm going to choose love. I'm going to choose to have a good day if it kills me.

For today, I leave you (and myself) with this thought...

"Errors, like straws,
upon the surface flow;
he who would search for
pearls must dive below."
~John Dryden