I'm sitting at the kitchen table this morning, and I'm all Lord, make me an instrument of Thy love. Let no sin take dominion over me. And then I open my Bible to Psalm 19: 14:

"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Your sight, O Lord, my Strength and my Redeemer."

I am well acquainted with this Psalm due to the fact that I have a propensity for speaking my mind. Some days this is considered to be a bold attribute, however, when I lack prudence there is another word for it.

This is the passage that slayed me lovingly pierced my heart: Verses 12 and 13.

"Who can understand his errors? Cleanse me from secret faults. Keep back Your servant also from presumptuous sins; Let them have no dominion over me. Then I shall be blameless, And I shall be innocent of great transgressions" (Psalm 19: 12-14).

It occurred to me that when I am blind to my own errors, what color is the sky in a world where I think for half a second that I have a right to point anyone elses's errors in judgment.

Yikes! Ash Wednesday is around the corner.

When the cross traced on my forehead smears as the day progresses (who am I kidding-before I've made it back to the pew) let it be known to non-Catholics that I do not have a massive bruise--unless you count the one on my pesky ego.