I’ve been a grumpy old man since I was a kid. It’s true.
Things always bugged me. If left to myself I’d be the youngest old guy on the block in a ratty sweater, wearing his pants pulled up to his chest, and yelling at the neighborhood kids to get off my lawn. (That’d be the house on the corner of Don’t-Annoy-Me Avenue, and Get-Outta-My-Face Street.)
But, the Lord has done wonders in my life. He’s accomplished a Scrooge-esque transformation in me so that most people have no idea of the crusty old geezer I used to be.
But I must admit… still… every once an a while something will set me off and those grumpy old ways come creeping back in.
I guess everyone has their cross to bear, and mine wears a ratty sweater.