The wise woman builds her house, but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down.
So, after that big ol' post yesterday about the things I try to do right...big ol' fail. I've been reading a chapter of Proverbs every day, and yesterday morning I wrote down Proverbs 14:1 in my notebook since I found it inspiring. I thought it made a good cautionary tale. Wellllllll...a few minutes later, James came into the bedroom for something and mentioned something that he'd done (that had nothing at all to do with me and really isn't any of my business) and I threw out some words that did a great job of tearing down anything I've built in this past couple of months of Love and Respect work.
Oh, it gets better. I felt bad. So I stewed for a few minutes, then I got up and went into the office to apologize. And I did, and he was gracious and forgiving.
Then, when I should have walked away and let. it. go...I kept TALKING.
And tearing down.
It's like I heard myself harping and couldn't get the stupid girl to SHUT UP.
Thank goodness James stayed calm and it didn't get blown out of proportion, and it blew over just as quickly as it blew up. But man alive, was I humbled.
It made for a good share in our Love and Respect Sunday School class, but trust me, I'd rather not have BEEN the cautionary tale, dang it.