Some years ago, while watching a movie about Jesus’ crucifixion, I found myself super annoyed.
It wasn’t the acting or the people next to me in the theater that bothered me.
It was the constant crackling from the speaker system.
Finally, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. So I left my seat determined to complain to a manager.
Suddenly, what God popped into my mind plopped me back into my seat. And it’s a word I’ve returned to every time that I feel not good enough.