The temptation to a mental voyeur is unspeakable.
Why do you think I read so much?
Would it truly show more than that – more than other's drive, intentions, or struggles? Could it make me more patient that morning, more kind that afternoon, more humble that evening?
I find the image of Jim Carey, (Bruce Almighty) his flippant declaration of fix-it-ability better than God's: overwhelmed in a moment by yellow post-it's of that morning's prayers, requests, desires. Even the dog is covered!
Jim (Bruce) discovered what I believe I would: that I am given just what I can handle, just the niche I was created for. The opportunity and vision are enough for what I hear and see by daily breath.
Would I glimpse in a day, the thoughts that most strive to hide, cover, avoid.
Would it make me stronger?
How grateful I am, that only the forgiving Father hears. Loves. Accepts, and continues to teach me, despite what He hears each morning, afternoon, and evening – both from my mind and my lips.