I love my house.
I love my house for many reasons, but one of the biggest reasons is the incredible view we have out our back door. The Wasatch Front is breathtaking.
If you can look past that stupid grocery sack that has been hanging in my backyard neighbor's tree for umpteenth months now.
Why doesn't he do something about that eye sore? It just looks so trashy. He takes care of the rest of his yard. How hard would it be to get a ladder and use a rake or something to pull that garbage out of his tree? Dumb.
Maybe I'll do it for him. Obviously it doesn't bother him, but it bothers me so maybe I should just take care of it myself. Now, how do I go about that? Maybe I'll knock on his door one day and tell him about it. Surely, he'll appreciate that I'm such a good neighbor and want to help him clean up his trashy place. Hmm.
Yeah. I'm going to talk to him. Now, let me see. I'll just walk outside and go down the stairs and...
Wait. What's that? In my own tree.
And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother’s eye, but considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye? --Matthew 7:3
Unfortunately, it's not just grocery sacks. Today I'm grateful for a little reminder to judge others less and work on the only person I truly can change. Me.