Treading That Fine Line

There are times when thingsĀ just don’t go my way and I am thwarted at every turn. It’s hard to be stoic and I voice my complaints to the Spirit. For if I don’t squeak I’ll surely not receive the grease, the oomph, I need to turn the corner, where everything’s going my way.

On the other hand, I have learned from harsh retribution from the Spirit to voice my sentiments in a judicious and prudent fashion, with the proper frame of mind. Because you can curse the Father, and you can curse the Son, but woe and grief to the one who curses the Spirit.


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