Boyd K. Packer said that virtues, when exaggerated, transform themselves into vices.
So true. So true.
A couple of weeks ago when Joe and Ande were visiting, I babysat Zeph for a few hours. I put him on the cupboard in a laundry basket while I worked in the kitchen.
I didn't need four arms, an automatic swing, or a nanny, I just made-do with a towel and laundry basket. Because making-do, you see, is one of my virtues.
I had just finished priding myself on how I so often make do when I looked out the living room window.
The living room window has been cracked for almost three years . . . and that blue, penguin, duct tape has been striped across it for four months. After looking out the cracked window, I looked down at the stained carpet.
Oh gee. Suddenly making-do wasn't so virtuous any more. When making-do is exaggerated it swells into not-taking-care-of-business.
How about you? What is one of your exaggerated virtues? (Heaven knows I've got enough vices and exaggerated virtues to tend I won't be worrying about yours.)