MMM

We had dinner with friends last Friday. She's horrified that I have my license plate memorized. Well, let me tell you, there's a lotta white cars in the parking lot! I've had this car over two years. I still find myself going to the wrong white car. So, when I'm out in the parking lot, looking around, pretending I'm not lost, one thing I do is look for my license plate. My license plate starts with MMM. MMM also reminds me of My More Monster. My More Monster. I struggle with greed every day. My More Monster pushes me for MORE time. Anxiety and impatience. My More Monster pushes me for MORE money and stuff. Money and stuff will make me happy. Just like the people in the commercials. My More Monster pushes me for MORE food. As if that piled plate can feed the hunger of my heart. For that matter, My More Monster pushes me for MORE words. Just one MORE point, one MORE story, will make the sermon good enough. The guy who spoke at Gettysburg before President Lincoln spoke for two hours. Nobody remembers what he said. President Lincoln spoke for two minutes. Everybody remembers what he said. MMM-I struggle with My More Monster, every day. For today, I will wrestle with My More Monster, once again. My More Monster is bigger than I am. So I ask God's help. I need the willingness I don't have. I need the strength I don't have. So I ask God's help. Please, help me fight My More Monster. Please, help me fight myself. By the way, I also have my Sweetie's license plate memorized. Her license plate starts with KTD. Kisses to David!