Bossy Bessie and the peril of the pink lemonade....

Conviction.  Truly not one of my favorite words, nor one of my favorite feelings.  I used to loathe the prick of conviction.  My pride would rise up in me taking the sting from the Holy Spirit's revelation and wrapping it up tighter than a garden spider spinning it's prey into it's compactly wound web. Yet, I sense His work in my life because conviction came rolling in yesterday after a situation, and I actually stopped the fray long enough to listen to His whisper and this is what He said, "Carla, you are bossy!".

 Say what???? You bossy??