It is so easy to think whatever problems you have are the most annoying ones there are! If your washer is broken and you cloth diaper you think that is the worst thing ever. If your faucet starts leaking because the pipe gets a hole in it, and it makes your kitchen stink while you are pregnant, you (I) decide that is probably the worst kitchen problem there could be. If there are piles of rotting leaves in your yard on Friday and rain predicted for Saturday, well, there seem to be few yard problems more annoying.

Sin is so easy, isn't it? Pitying myself and imagining that my "needs" should be foremost in everyone's minds comes naturally. I complain about the rotting leaves in my yard instead of visiting my homebound neighbor. I angrily and bitterly mop up the pool behind the sink while snapping at the handyman (who doesn't even know about the problem) instead of praying for his sanctification since he confesses the same Lord I confess.

The story ends better. I confessed my anger, not loving my neighbor, considering myself higher than others, and prayed for resolution and contentment. Dan helped me clean up the leaves on Saturday and take them to the curb for pickup. Our neighbors paid for a new washing machine and refused to let us pay for any of it. I told the handyman about the broken faucet today and he said he would buy a new one at Lowe's tonight.

The roof still leaks, but the hole in my joy has been fixed.