So, our FHE (family home evening — we give a lesson and have treats, it’s a nice time to just be together as a family — it’s a Mormon thing) lesson this week was on being kind (and not being critical, although that was probably more for me than Conner). As I was reading the lesson I was thinking how awesome I am, and how I am rarely critical. I mean, I try to be nice to those around me and I rarely think really bad thoughts about anyone. However, since then I’ve been catching myself laughing at others being critical (and not saying something) or actually being a tad critical myself. I mean, last night at Enrichment we weren’t in love with a particular bread that someone brought (as a freaking VOLUNTEER… as if you should ever criticize VOLUNTEERS!!!). I mean, I should’ve said that I was glad someone brought bread and been done with it. It’s something I need to work on. Quite probably more than I need to work on my body.
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