idylls of the cat, or, a brief study of self-centeredness
Sometimes, I think that’s the thing. It’s a base instinct: If I don’t fight for my space, if I don’t yell loud enough and long enough, someone else is going to get what’s mine.
Tag: 1 Corinthians 13
pride, part two . . . or, a sampler of thoughts on arrogance
Sometimes, my “better than” comes from wounds. Maybe yours does, too.
of pride and pompousness, part one
maybe love does not boast means I don’t need to prove how much I deserve love
22 ordinary kindnesses to keep a marriage going
Maybe it’s not the once a week, once a month, once a year date that glues a fractured marriage together.
Maybe it’s the every day . . .
when patience is a kind of suffering
I wonder whether there is anything that requires more patience than waiting for someone to become . . . “patience” seems inadequate for that sort of waiting . . .