By the way, the Southern Belles have gone home. They left yesterday after a morning of listening to stories of days gone by. We said our goodbyes and they departed. It's always funny when they come. We have a lot of, "what did you say?" or "could you repeat that?" They don't think they talk funny and I don't think they do either, they sound so beautiful. But it's like listening to Scarlett O'Hara. And they can even name the state someone is from by the twang in their accent. That to me is unbelievable!
It was a situation I glossed over. I didn’t have to deal with it every single day but it was often enough for me to go to my Bible study group and submit it as a prayer request. They would listen to me and invariably one or two of them would tell me, “You’ve got to take care of that. Get rid of it.” I knew I should, but I didn’t want to face the conflict and I was fearful of the consequences. Life would not be the same. I would have to find other avenues to fill the void that the resolution would create. So instead of facing it once and for all, I worked around it. I figured out ways to deal with it. My work was suffering because of it, but I kept making excuses that it would get better over time. If I just kept feeding the monster, it would be satisfied, and things would work out. But that’s not what happened. I had sleepless nights of worry; I was short-tempered and spent a lot of time wringing my hands and waiting for a better result. Before you start ...
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