Morning Lord. I’ve quite unashamedly got Nathan watching Ben 10 this morning so that I can spend some time with you, not only to get myself into the right headspace before Bible Study this afternoon, but to try and make sense of yesterday’s time with Caroline.
In truth, Lord, I’m more alarmed than assured after our time together yesterday. I have never seen Caroline more brittle or more angry in all the many years that I have known her and frankly, it scared me. I was as careful and as diplomatic as I could with her but anyone would think I was trying to conduct the Spanish Inquisition, complete with instruments of torture. I asked about how Logan was but I got a very curt reply about how busy he was. I asked about why the nanny was leaving and practically got told it was none of my business. I asked how the girls were, but rather than the usual rapturous replies I might receive about their many and plentiful virtues I got a series of monosyllabic replies.
And then (and this was probably my biggest mistake) I asked about Christian, about what was up with him, why he was so volatile and out of control. But Caroline flung this back in my face and told me my own child was no angel and I should worry about the plank in my own eye before worrying about the speck of sawdust in hers. Squirm. I could hardly argue with that, could I?
So, alas, not only am I no further ahead with finding out what is really going on, I seem to have single-handedly alienated my best friend. Which leaves me with only one option, I guess, and that is to give them over to your care, Lord, for you to look after them and supply what is needed – because I sure as heck don’t know what that is.
Be with us today at Bible Study, Lord, and if Caroline does come, help me be wise enough to know what to do and what to say. I’m trying not to be bitter or offended about all of this Lord. After all she is the one with the problems.
Amen.