Wordy...

I guess I have a hard time with this journal thing because I have a real disdain for wordy people. Steve can talk to me for an hour and accomplish ZERO. Tact, I have little. Patience, I have little. Probably need to work in those areas.

Sarah called out my self control the past couple of days. Totally agree with her and need to work on it. It is a principle in all aspects of our lives we need to exercise. Diet, pride, lust, the list goes on & on. Reading about Agency today in 2 Nephi 2. Ironically our little bet coincides with this chapter. We are free to choose for ourselves "according to the flesh" life or death. There is an opposition in all things! That means when I'm starving that D....A....M....N peanut butter cookies will be in the pantry. That means when I'm feeling in shape & trim, I'll mess up my shoulder. Means when our marriage is great, there will be trials. It means when I think work is going great, it will turn on me quickly. Thank goodness for Jesus & the Atonement. He can understand us. I kind of like the born again vibe....we could use a little more of that in our faith. It sure makes Jesus more personable. However, moderation in all things right. If I flopped around on the ground like the Evanhelicos in Venezuela (speaking in the name of Jesus), our elder brother would probably want to give me a swift kick to the butt, or be crying with laugher at my shenanigans.