Finding Color in the Gray

1. If I get mad at my well-meaning friends and family for making unintentional, petty mistakes that affect me, I am giving them permission to be angry with me when I make mistakes. I’d much rather be the recipient of grace, so I ought to respond to them with forgiveness and grace.
2. When faced with such situations, I ought to ask myself, “Am I truly angry, or am I just disappointed?” Usually, it’s just disappointment.

Completely unrelated #3. Recently, I realized some faulty theological thinking of mine. It was a very good, honest conversation that made me see the proverbial light. As my heart and mind began realizing the truth, pride reared its ugly head. I felt regret and was slightly annoyed with myself for, simply put, being wrong. But I’m glad that I didn’t stay in that place for very long; it was only a split-second. Because really, who cares that I was wrong? Only I do. The real concern isn’t about being right or wrong. It’s about giving myself and others room to explore and discover God’s truth. It’s a process, and at the end of that conversation, I had realized another awe-inspiring thing about my infinite God.

Only the dog of four kids would have gum in his fur.

Raking leaves feels like getting rid of sin in my life. As much as I want to get every last one, it seems there will always be escapees scattered across my heart.