One of the things I wish was different about me is how the worst parts of me can be the loudest.
When I say something sarcastic to avoid dealing with what’s really wrong.
When I put someone or something down to make myself feel better.
When I lose my temper with my family.
When I sigh loudly so everyone knows I’m frustrated.
When I get snippy because I didn’t get my way.
When I assume things will go wrong and stop trying because that’s easier than working to make things better.
I’m learning that if I don’t surrender those moments to God, the worst parts of me can get the best of me.
Jeff McClung 