i can't stand when people are rude. it's a trigger for me. it pushes my buttons. it makes my sense of grace fly right out the window. i hate when people think that a sense of being right overrules a sense of being nice. when they feel like the world owes them something. when they think that they're better than someone else. it's a type of arrogance that makes me mad. it makes me see red. it makes me forget i'm a Christian. and the devil knows that. and God knows that. and so the tests keep coming. the rude people come out of the woodwork. my patience wears thin. because the devil wants me to lose my temper. and God wants me to win the fight. and sometimes i do win. but more often i lose. because i don't see the good in people when they're rude. i don't see a child of God when they're being ugly. i don't see the face of Jesus in their arrogance. but then God doesn't see it in me either. not when i
choosing to see God in the unlikely places. it's not about me...it's about Him.