We all have problems. I actually have a quite few.

I can’t seem to keep my desk nor my office clean.
I get frustrated when people don’t hold the same value to what I do.
I size others up based on myself consistently finding them lacking.
I size myself up based on others and consistently find myself lacking.
I swear too much.
I procrastinate.
I get angry when Angie and I don’t communicate well and it makes me want to yell.
I get pissed at the dog when he’s just being a dog.
I get jealous of people that have newer stuff than me.
I let my emotions get in the way of what I mean sometimes and it hurts people.
I can manipulate and not feel bad about it.
I can guilt myself into believing just about anything.
I carry guilt from stupid adolescent mistakes.
I think of myself first.
I position the bigger cookie closer to me when offering one to someone else.

Still, GOD chooses me.
I want to let HIM make the best of what I have, and trust HE’ll use it.
And, HE wants to!

How lucky are we, anyway?
PJT//