Writing about gratitude for life's small blessings and tender mercies is a joy. It is also a responsibility. Knowing what to say, how to say it, and even when to say something is just plain hard. I find the same true when talking with people sometimes and discover that I've put my foot in my mouth. Even as I say the words, I know I've goofed.
Finding the words to undo my gaffe, I stumble around, and, occasionally, make matters worse. The victim of my foot-in-mouth disease frequently takes pity on me, and we get past the awkwardness. I resolve to do better but once again find myself hurting someone with my thoughtless words.
So, for today, I am grateful for those who forgive me when I've offended them.