Why is it that I feel I MUST pick at every little thing that pops up on my face? And then, of course, I'm left with a scar. I knew it would happen. I knew I would cause more damage, but yet I can't seem to stop myself. Sigh...
We do this in other areas of life, too. We know we shouldn't eat that...or hang out with x person or y person. We know we shouldn't try to get one over on someone, or keep the change when the cashier miscalculated and gave $10 extra change. But we do it anyway.
There has to come a point when we think of the consequences, and that is a deterrent in itself.
Clearly, I'm not there yet. At least where my face is concerned.
Amen my sister!! I needed to hear this!!
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