Hard thing number one… is still hard

   I told you that I’d do follow-ups on myself whenever I posted about a hard thing that I’m going to work on. I’m glad that I’m doing this ’cause it kind of gives me some accountability. [Even if no one is reading] 😛

   Hard thing number one was my speech, and I’m afraid that it’s a harder thing than I had thought. Have any of you read Little Men by Louisa May Alcott? I love it! Several times over the past several days I’ve thought, “Man, maybe I should do what Professor Bhaer’s grandmother did to him! That might help me watch my words more carefully!” But I refrain, seeing that it would hurt so much – even though I’m 100% sure that the results would be positive! [Professor Bhaer had a problem with lying, and he just couldn’t seem to stop and think before he went and lied again, so his grandmother cut the end of his tongue with her scissors so that he’d think twice before saying anything.] So… instead I’m trying another remedy: Prayer. It’s not an immediate cure, but in the long run, it may be the ONLY cure. We’ll see what happens over the next week!


3 responses to this post.

  1. Hmm…. I wonder if that’s why they call them ‘hard things’. It suggests that maybe they’re…. hard. Lol… do you think sarcasm is bad? ‘Cause if it is, I’ve got a harder thing than you do. 😛


  2. Wow. I’ve read part of Little Men , but I must have missed that part!

    It sounds really harsh, but when you think of what Jesus said about cutting off your hand or plucking out your eye if it is leading you into sin, rather than being cast soul & body into hell. . .

    Sometimes God uses pain & sorrow to hold us back from doing something which would cause us & others much greater distress & heartbreak. . .I need to write you with more of what I’ve been pondering. 😀

    I’ve been struggling with my speech this week too. I’ve been short & even rude in talking to others lately–and it’s not that I mean to be–the words just seem to fly out, you know? But that’s not a good enough excuse, is it?! 🙂 So, I’m praying, “Lord, set a watch over my lips. . .and over the thought-door in my brain, too!”


  3. Oh, and I like the new look. 🙂 Very classy!!


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