It’s Plank Pullin’ time! The one day a week that we strongly resolve to ignore the multitude of specks and sawdust around us and pull one bona fide plank from our own eye. Matthew 7:3-5 style.
Hi, I’m Jessica. Please feel free to judge me by my cover. Cause it’s fairly accurate.
Y’all, I am super not good at hiding my annoyance. Whether it’s with my husband or in a group setting, if I’m unhappy
with the opinions in the room, it’s plain as day on my face. I roll my eyes (though not too dramatically … ), I sigh loudly, I find ways to completely ignore the discussion at hand by fiddling with something.
Yeah. It’s blatantly obviously when I don’t respect the topic at hand, or the person doling it out. Graceful, no?
I don’t necessarily do this on purpose. I’m just not good at hiding my displeasure. For reals. I guess I don’t have a happy-face mask. Usually, I don’t even realize I’m sighing, or whathaveyou, until Husband points it out. And then I’m like, “Oh? I was?”.
I know it’s something that I need to be more intentional about getting under control. Because, let’s face it, I’m not going to agree with everyone’s opinions, theology, methods, or … stupidity. But I need to at least be able to handle that without my B face. I’m pretty sure Jesus probably said something about that somewhere.
Verily verily I say unto you, save your B faces for the mirror. Amen.