Someone once told me I was like my grandmother. That wasn't a compliment. Remembering that one is not supposed to speak ill of the dead (who made that rule?) lets put it this way-she did not endear herself to her family and friends. Even her son, my father, often commented that she would probably live to be 100 because she was so onery. Sigh. I showed my 'grandmotherly' style this weekend. Fortunately not to my grandkids. Unfortunately to friends and coworkers. Fortunately it was only for a day. Unfortunately it was a whole day. Well, here's hoping there's mercy and not justice waiting for me.
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I believe James has something about mercy. James 2:13 "...Mercy triumphs over judgement!"
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