I was a little grouchy or maybe what I should say is irritable, easily agitated, cranky, hypercritical, whiny. Pick whichever one you want and you'd be right. When I displayed it in my home with my friend in the room, it made me take more notice, wondering if she had ever seen this side of me. Was I finally showing her my true colors?
The whole scene got me to thinking. Is it possible to REALLY know someone if you don't live with them? And does God give us relationships with people we don't live with so someone can think well of us, encouraging us along, even when we don't deserve it?
I don't know the answer and I'm not sure there's one to be had, but it kept my little head occupied for a while, plus convicted me about the "freedom" I use with my family to express myself. Perhaps it's not always necessary and I need to use more discretion with what comes out of my mouth, even in the comfort of my own home.
I hear ya, Lord.