Lash out? or be patient?
The Patience of Jesus: going the extra mile Meg swept the floor and scrubbed it until the bronze and white patina glistened in the sunlight, before stepping back to admire the sparkling mosaic of the tiles. The clean floor filled her with pride and appreciation for this gorgeous feature of her home. Bang! The door flung open and hubby strode past her, leaving behind the corrugated imprint of his muddy boots and sticky grass cuttings across the floor. Her jaw dropped as she stared after him. “Do you mind? I’ve just washed the floor!” But he’d already grabbed his spanner from the garage, and with a furrowed brow, stomped another trail of mud and clippings in his path before disappearing outside. “Jerry!” “Huh? The mower’s broken down. I’ve got more important things to deal with than mud on the floor. Get your priorities straight, Meg...