Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe as you hold out the word of life...

Shoot.

Dangit.

Everything? Really...everything? I'm pretty sure Paul does not understand how lame my job is sometimes, or else he would eat his words.

To be fair, now that I have left the coffee shop and have showered the sticky milk off my ankles and am sitting in front of a lovely lamp with the promise of sleep just 10 feet away, I don't feel as frustrated as before. I can say with integrity of conscience that it really isn't that bad, although at certain moments tonight it totally seemed to suck.

Thank God for perspective. For being able to step back and see that the big picture is much nicer than that one icky spot. I know I'm contradicting my last post. But let's just call it a paradox and decide that both are true.