Rebekah

For Christmas this year the Bishopric in my ward gave me a print of this painting (Rebekah at the Well). It's beautiful, and meaningful—it just doesn't go with my decor. I have no idea where I'm going to put it, but I feel bad not putting it up at all. Maybe the kitchen. Then again, maybe my bedroom. The point of this picture was to remind me to constantly strive to be the most morally upright person I can be, I imagine it'd be hard to misbehave with that reminder staring you in the face. Then again, I really don't want to have to find out.