I am in the sweetest Bible study. And by sweet, I mean, these ladies ARE.
And then you have me. I talk too much. I'm certain I interrupt. I tell too many stories. I listen too little. I don't think enough. I don't think before I speak enough.
And then I leave Bible study and worry the whole way home.
It'd be great if I could learn to listen.
And then I come home and my closets look like this:
Yeah, I know that had absolutely nothing to do with anything in the post but it's real. And so is my complex.
Maybe, people in my life, we should have you hold up signs to me when I'm being that person. Signs like:
"No. Nooooo. No!"
"Danger mouth operates faster than brain."
"You're doing it... right now... stop.... sttttooooopppp."
"Shhhhhhh."
That would be so helpful.
Alright. I'm going to go find Anna. Chat her head off for a while. I've sat here quiet for too long.
Happy Humpday!
