You know the bikes that look like this?
Well do their arms get tired?!?
Do we realize that everyone has a story?
Why, as a 36.5 year old, am I breaking out as if I were a teenager? ARG!
I've been scratching my head over the whole issue of tolerance. Why do I, as a Believer in Jesus Christ, have to be tolerant of all other beliefs but those other beliefs don't have to be tolerant of my belief? Doesn't that present an incomplete definition of tolerance?
I wonder this daily: How does Lanny put up with me? (No seriously, this is a daily question for me!)
Why do I do what I don't want to do and don't do what I want to do? (I'm not the first person to ask this question but I ask it of myself daily)
How much am I willing to pay to have the last word? Because having the last word always costs something...ALWAYS.
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