Last night, I was so impatient with a fellow missionary at the family history center.
She was asking for my help, but I was not feeling very charitable towards her because I thought she should be figuring out the stuff on her own.
I was so humbled when I left because, while she wouldn't know my feelings, I knew God would.
So, I knelt down and asked for mighty forgiveness.
And, I'm grateful I will get another chance to fix my act.....I just hope I remember the awful feelings I felt, so that I can truly be kinder.
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