Living in the Kingdom of Me

Last night MP (my husband) wanted to go visit some friends who will be moving soon, friends who have traveled with us through our time at seminary. I was upset that he had made the arrangements without talking to me about it. I had plans! I wanted to go shopping. I wanted to get my nails done. I wanted to go for a walk with him, I wanted to go out for coffee with him . . . on, and on. Living in the kingdom of me. How did I get here again? We did go visit and had a wonderful time. I will miss them greatly when they are gone!