Hubbie and I went shopping last weekend for a new chair for him. His favorite, a grey leather recliner, is umpteen years old. The fabric is worn off on the arms and cracking elsewhere. In fact, the duct tape to cover the bare spots keeps coming off! Ha, duct tape looks like leather, right? And it cures all things. :)
Anyway, at the store, hubbie feel in love with this most comfortable recliner. It's microfiber and it cushions your arms and touche like a marshmallow. Sold.
But then when it was delivered, I couldn't help but laugh. I called hubbie and said our "monsta chair" is here. It literally swallowed me and the room at the same time. It took up the spot where I had my love seat! I kid you not!
Okay, it's going back. I went to a sister store and found the same chair in a normal person size.
"For this very reason, make every effort to add to your faith goodness, and to goodness knowledge; and to knowledge, self-control." 2 Peter 1:5-6
Ah, self-control. These words were written by impulsive Peter, so I can relate well. Why didn't we measure the approximate space for the chair?
Do I give wisdom a chance to speak or lose my self-control? Ummmm, sometimes. How about you?
May the good Lord help me be wise.
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