Becky and Marge were like peanut butter and jelly—often
together, yet very different from each other. One morning Becky encouraged her
older sister to attend the horse auction with her; Marge spat out a rude
retort. Why would she want to go to something like that? Her face turning as
red as raspberry jam, Becky managed to swallow her hurt feelings and give a
sweet reply.
Which sister are we? Maybe it depends on the day, our
mood, or the circumstance. The easy way is to let the Marge mindset monopolize
our mouths. But may we strive for the beauty of Becky’s better way.
