Humility. Patience.

Way back when I was close enough in my spiritual walk to learn something from men of God and the word of God, I was taught never pray for humility or patience. These are gifts that must be learned through experience, not bestowed in an instant. So, to ask the good Lord for humility and have your prayers answered can be a... well, humbling experience. Likewise for patience, just think of the trials and tribulations the most patient person you know has gone through to acquire such a gift.

I talk in my sleep. Or at least I used to when I was younger. Now it's likely drown out by my incessant snorting and snoring. Stick with me here, I'm not digressing (or rabbit-trailing). Well, last night in my sleep, I must have muttered a prayer for both humility and patience. Today was a long, grueling and ultimately disappointing day. And it just goes to show me when I get too smart for my own good, Judge takes me down a notch (or ninety). Don't get me wrong, as Hettie would say, "He's a good man.". Powerful words from Granny.

If I had it in the house, I would line up three shots of tequila. Just to test the theory that it would bring on a foggy haze for the night. Three shots....

But I won't my daddy raised a better girl than that (and I turn beet red if I drink alcohol). Later folks.