Yup, I admit it.  I’m a fast talker (raised the 4th of 8 children forces one to speak swiftly and loudly, in order to be heard) and often contract words.  I realized this morning that I have simply NO RESPECT, that my fast talking touches every aspect of my life.

My wonderful husband was leading us in the Divine Office this morning, and, when my turn came to chime in on the Canticle of Zechariah, I did not reflectively chant the words.  I did not meditate upon each one and let them fall from my mouth of pearls.  No, I said “He’s raised up for us a mighty savior, born of the house of his servant, David.”  Shocking.

People these days, I tell you what, have no respect.    YKC!