Morning Lord…well, just when I thought I had put the whole birthday fiasco behind me, it appears to be rearing its ugly head again. Firstly, I should say thank you for allowing me to hear you words, Lord. It made me stop and think of how much I have to gain by coming to you – and by the time Andrew came home from work I felt a sense of restoration – as though I could be more forgiving and be truly sorry for having shouted at him like a fishwife. I know he is only trying to do his best.
But then another small, black cloud has appeared on the horizon this morning, this time in the form of my mother, phoning all upset because she and Dad weren’t invited to Claire’s birthday dinner. But, Lord, really, their presence would only have created more tension, just as it did last year. Claire and William are just so neat and tidy and have nothing in common with my chaotic mother and campaigning father – plus you can see Claire is always judging them because they aren’t Christians.
On top of this it seems quite clear that Mum and Dad are not getting on at the moment. Nothing new there, I suppose. I can just imagine what Claire would have said about my parents in full bicker mode. No doubt she would think it explained a thing or two about my behaviour.
I’m not sure why Mum would even have wanted to be invited. I’m not sure she even vaguely likes Claire. It’s just so hard to understand the motives of other – I have trouble enough understanding why I do the things I do.
I should have them around more, I know. I should also pray for their salvation. Be with them, Lord, I pray.
Amen.
P.S Can’t believe the news about Michael Jackson – it’s a funny old world