Struggling to find adjectives and create word pictures is a daily hurdle. Couple this with the fact that I am a lover of words and obsessive compulsive, I’m constantly finding mistakes in printed text.

I can’t help but twitch when an idiom is used incorrectly, a word is pronounced wrong, or they’re, there, and their is all jumbled together. I blame it on my self-diagnosed OCD tendencies, which admittedly runs in my family.

When I read mispelled worship lyrics at church on the overhead screen, I will march over to the audio booth and inform them. If there is a wrong URL listed on website, I’ll leave a loving comment. I’m an editor to a fault! Like this one time when I saw a cholo marking up the gas station with graffiti near church and yelled furiously, You’re ruining this city and you can’t even spell “crazy” correctly!!! [Note: I would not recommend doing this.]

I will correct errors in others because I would like the same level of excellence to be expected of me. Last week my father sent me a text message informing me of a wrong source for quote I listed on my confessions post.

It’s humbling when my immigrant, English-second-language father who pronounces sangwich instead of sandwich edits my writing or corrects basic spelling [I still struggle with the -i before -e rule]. He’s caught mistakes in the minutia of my writing and I appreciate him beyond words.

But his editing goes beyond grammar rules and content cohesion. He edits my life. Typos, syntax, and communication errors occur in life. Without a good editor, we will delusionally continue in life achieving a less than stellar grade, all while correcting others and they’re mistakes.

We need to be editors and have editors in life. Who corrects you when you’re wrong? Who is editing your choices? Who are you editing? Editing is needed in us and of us (Matt. 7:5). Consider this free license to edit my content… offline and online 😉

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