I'm 22! That's crazy young, and right now I'm cleaning the living room, washing dishes, and washing the clothes all while watching "Everybody Loves Raymond". I might as well put on a apron and some pearls and call it a day!
As you know, I'm only joking. Really my mental meltdown wasn't because I'm old. In all seriousness I was being a grouch because I was the one cleaning the house and not Tim. And to top that off I couldn't find anything to wear. (I know, somebody call the waaaabulance)
Whats sad is that I took it off on Tim. I called to yell at him periodically during the day, like a good wife would do. You know those arguments that he can never win. *sigh* My favorite kind.
Go figure that my devotion would be on taming your tongue. After much refusal to admit my wrong, I finally called Tim to apologize. I think that's one of my hardest lessons. I always speak whatever comes to my mind. But one day I'm going to be held accountable for all those things I've said. Ever since yesterday I've been constantly quoting Psalm 19:14 in hope that the Lord will show me when to speak, and when to be quiet.
"May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Oh Lord." Psalm 19:14