Our prophet spoke to the women of the church on Saturday night and my soul was stirred. He spoke of charity and I knew I could be better.
Two quotes that I focused on were these:
“I have in mind the charity that manifests itself when we are tolerant of others and lenient toward their actions; the kind of charity that forgives; the kind of charity that is patient.”
“Charity is having patience with someone who has let us down; it is resisting the impulse to become offended easily. It is accepting weaknesses and shortcomings.”
I resolved to be different.
Then Sunday came.
More specifically Sunday afternoon came.
Two brothers + two sisters= fighting, tormenting, teasing, tears, one long red scratch behind an ear, a scraped up thigh.
And then I lost it. Twice.
So quickly forgotten were thoughts of being patient and forgiving.
So glad I have another day to keep on trying.