So what's the deal with mankind and his inability to get along with one another? Why does it seem when you're on the end who's getting yelled at you end up feeling like you did something wrong, but you know you didn't?
And why is it the people God places in our lives to be our closest allies end up treating you like something the cat drug in? I know for my part I have been on both the receiving and the giving end of these things, so I'm not just pointing fingers at anyone, just a thought I had before going to sleep.
You'd think we'd be a little nicer to each other, but instead talk ugly. I guess we just figure it's our family and they'll just love us anyway. But I know I always feel a little bit low in spirit after one of those kind of sessions. How about you?
I know I'm going to try harder from now on. Strength and honor for the Kingdom and the King!
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