Since I have read DSTSS before, I have to confess that this is a chapter that I have been dreading like the plague. The necessity to be right is another avenue in which I struggle. I am a little full of myself when it comes to brains: I think I am smarter than the average bear. I am not proud of it, just admitting one of my flaws. Unless you are aware of flaws, you can't fix 'em.
I wish I could sit back and not care if someone else uses incorrect grammar or gets a particular fact wrong, but I do. The person who takes the brunt of this abuse is once again my poor husband. The man should be sainted for putting up with me.
--Dear God, as I begin this new week at work, I ask that you please help me to not point out when others are wrong. I ask that you help me to not harp on my husband if I think his thoughts or feelings are wrong. Please help this lesson be one that I retain for the duration. Amen.
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