Afternoon Lord. Feeling very much in need of talking with you right now. I’m not sure what to do or think at the moment – and I can only imagine what you think of me after that huge fight Andrew and I had. We never argue – well, not like that, anyway. It was a bit frightening to be honest.
But I was just so mad, Lord. Mad that Andrew didn’t have the guts to tell his mother to mind her own business about how we choose to raise our children, mad that he didn’t defend me, to point out how much trouble and effort I’d gone to, mad that he tried to make her feel better. I know she is his mother, but really, Lord, I am his wife. Biblically speaking, I am supposed to be his priority.
But if I was in the right, why is it that I now feel so wrong? Am I wrong to want to be respected by my husband and his family? Am I wrong to want a small slice of the justice pie? I don’t know why I have so much trouble with that ‘turn the other cheek’ idea you set out. It’s just so hard when things aren’t fair.
Yet somehow I hear your words… “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.”
I’m here, Lord. I hear your call. Please grant me your rest.
Amen.