“Shh!” I hear the Lord’s gentle rebuke as my urge to respond takes over my ability to reason. The better choice would be to stop talking and take a breath, but a compulsive need to offer my unsolicited advice to this difficult and unreasonable man-child of mine seems to control my frontal lobe. Perhaps, convincing him I am right and he is wrong is my drug of choice. I feel better when I speak my mind, even if I am being tuned out. But, there is no reasoning with a fool and, l