Sticker Stamps

Words can be so wounding, even when they are not meant to be. I hurt someone with my words yesterday evening but was surprised and, I admit, a little miffed at the misunderstanding and the reaction that spread out like a plague. After a restless night of self examination (I let the sun go down on my anger) God has taught me a lesson on making amends and seeking forgiveness. I haven’t done it yet, but I got the lesson. I pray with His help, I will be able to do what is right, without trying to justify or explain why I said what I said. Yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck, yuck!

Now, on a happier note, the two older grandkids had Super Kids Day at school today (outdoor activities and games galore). It’s amazing how easily they can get out of bed when they have a fun event lined up at school. Instead of needing blasting caps to get the preteen out of bed, she and her brother were up and dressed before 6am! They even packed their own lunches! I think perhaps that may become a regular task they can take off my hands. After school, they were so excited to talk about their day that it was almost sheer torture that I made them take turns while the other one spoke.

Although it’s nothing compared to the price of gasoline, it would be nice if the postal service would make up their mind about the price of stamps and leave it there for a while. Oops! I’m slipping back into a negative attitude. Let me change direction…A funny thing happened to my recently purchased book of stamps yesterday. Hubby had warned me that the desk drawer was probably not a safe haven for anything that slightly resembles stickers, a favorite item of our three year old granddaughter. She thought they looked lovely in rows down each leg. Thankfully, most of them were salvageable. At least it presented a learning experience on the use correct use of postage stamps, not to mention the repeated ‘these are my things, and I don’t like to share my things because you mess them up - so knock it off” lesson.