Agh! I look at people, and I'm so quick to judge, so quick to get on my soapbox, in my heart, and think that I've got it all together and others around me are falling to pieces because they aren't doing things the way that I think they should be done.
I'm rediculous.
I'm human.
I'm me.
And this is where I stand in front of my Lord, with my selfish and judgemental heart in my hands, begging to be reconditioned, like a new baseball glove that you but oil on and stick in the oven to overcome the stubborness and stiffness. Why can't I just look at life and say "hey, it is beautiful, even with this sin"? I don't know why. I want to know why I can't. My eye is so quick to see the sin in others, where is the log that is in my eye? It's got to be in here somewhere, maybe I'll find it in the morning. Maybe I won't be able to see when I wake up until I take it out. Come over, stay longer, I'm tired of this.