Selfish. It’s true. Sometimes, I want people to be a certain way…

“Why can’t they do this?”

“Why can’t they treat me like this?”

“Why do they have to act like that?”

I fuss and carry on and whine. How silly. Do I really think that I am that much better and that much “righter”?

(yes, admittedly, I usually think I am the one behaving correctly.) 

I sit here in my selfishness expecting not to change anything about myself or my expectations of people. My Savior must shake His head and laugh sometimes. When will I remember to lift my eyes to the hills?

Words I must commit to memory in my 34th year: 

Overshadowed, Kind, Gentle, Peaceful and Giving.

It’s hard to claim I am acting out of love when I am sitting in a big pot of selfishness.