I don’t have a lot of self-control. Too often I allow the little things in life to make me mad and upset. The other week someone came into my room on a Monday or Wednesday, I think it was — either way, it was one of my busy afternoons with class solidly from 1-5 p.m. I got back to my room, tired after a long day of class. I walked into the bedroom to find my mattress off my bed with my sheets, pillow, and blankets strewn around the room. A little prank… It was nothing that couldn’t be fixed or resolved in a few minutes.

As I picked up the mattress and bedding, I noticed that my main blanket was missing. It was a hand-woven blanket made out of Alpaco wool that I got in Bolivia on a missions trip a few summers ago. It wasn’t in the room. I walked into the bathroom to find it heaped in a corner of the shower… soaking wet. I’m not going to lie – it frustrated me a lot. Actually, that’s an understatement. It made me mad. Click to continue »