Father? Deliver me! You are in control of every minute detail of my life. I refuse to take that control back. I am disturbed because, I talk, talk, and talk. I do not give the other person any time. I do not ask questions. I just give answers non-stop. Yes, I know I must ask and listen, but! Unless You take control of my tongue, how can I deal with the human’s carnal rhetoric of their doings?
Sometimes in one sentence they expose their pride of whatever they do or not do. Likewise, I do my own self in their estimation. They don’t understand that I am only confessing my fault to go on and tell how You deal with me. Why can I not remain quiet? Why can I not hold my tongue and let them go on with their pitiful rhetoric? Hold my tongue? Not stand up for truth? Could it be I am trying to exalt my egoic nature? Trying to look good to whomever? Hum!