I grew up with a father that had a quick temper. My dad’s last name was Simpson. So when any one in our family would “fly off the handle” we would always claim that their Simpson was coming out.
Well, I have worked on my Simpson. I have spent time in prayer and have really tried to control my temper Simpson. But, wouldn’t you know it, today while I was getting ready to put my first batch of cookies in the oven, I dumped them all over the bottom of the hot oven. Guess what? My Simpson reared its ugly head. I even said a bad word.
Just when I thought the better part of me was finally in control! When Bob got home from work I told him the whole story, bad word and all. He just smiled. That’s the way he is.
Have you wondered about my weight? I am still holding my own. The pattern seems to be I watch what I eat all week and on Friday I let up. I am staying the same but I really want to get the job done and reach my goal.
Tomorrow is a new day.