The hardest part of my day is being me. My wife has it so easy since she gets to be her. She doesn’t know how hard it is to be me. “Practice kindness,” she says. Easy for her to say, she’s….well…her. She doesn’t have the flash temper like me. She wakes up in the morning and is just happy…at least once she has her coffee. Things go wrong and she says, “it will be okay.”

I must admit that I struggle to let the fruit of the Spirit grow in my life. Last week I struggle to praise God while I sent 3 hours getting to work because of an accident on the turnpike. But God is working in me helping me to go beyond wha