First day of the school holidays, Lord, and it’s a glorious morning. If the weather holds I might even think about taking the kids to the park for a bit of an airing. I had thought that Dad might like to come too but when I spoke to him first thing he said he was feeling a bit queasy on account of something mysterious my mother cooked for dinner last night. Even Sherlock Holmes would probably have trouble identifying some of her meals. This latest cooking atrocity seems only to have added fuel to the fire of their latest tiff, and I gather that by this morning the two of them are barely speaking again.
What am I supposed to do with them, Lord?
I read James 3 this morning just to see what I might have missed at church yesterday and the chapter was largely about taming one’s tongue. It does seem ironic that something as small as a tongue can be, as it says, like a rudder on a ship, holding the potential for changing the course of a person’s life with in an instant. All food for thought, Lord. Certainly I think Mum and Dad would be better off if they both chose their words more carefully.
Anyway, I pray for your hand to be on us today, that we would have a restful and fight-free day…Amen