Afternoon Lord. Well, here I am, just me with everyone else safely where they are supposed to be on a Monday afternoon.
I feel quite thoughtful, Lord, after yesterday’s service. A lot seemed to happen for me to process. First off, the really bad stuff – Nathan and Emily fighting in Sunday School and being unceremoniously returned to me at the end of the service by the Sunday School teacher, Diana. She then proceeded to regale me with the tale of their dispute, before asking me to sort them out, then stalking off.
I couldn’t help looking at the impish, slightly guilty faces of my children, then over at Faith and Trinity, dressed immaculately in clothes fit for meeting the Queen, proudly showing what they had made to Logan and Caroline. I felt my lips go into a line and held my breath in case I should scream. I ask you again, Lord, why did I have to have two children who feel the need to fight so much? And again, I ask, just what is it I am supposed to do to modify their behaviour?
Diana, of course, can’t be too shy of 70 years old, and I suspect her patience is well past its sell-by date. I suspect the programme is also part of the problem. I wouldn’t be surprised if boredom featured as the main catalyst. What am I supposed to do about that?
Then there was Claire, hovering in the hope of find yet more reasons to criticise me. But then, surprisingly, she came over and thanked me for her birthday gift. I wonder if Andrew actually said something to her? Maybe he did. He wouldn’t tell me if I asked, though.
No sign of Ashley this morning. Must invite her over.
Then there was the sermon, Lord. Daniel talked about Esther, about where she found herself, and how that turned out to be just the right place at the right time. “And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?” Mordecai said to her. Most thought-provoking words, Lord. The funny thing was, when Daniel was busy talking about Esther, I was thinking about Cameron. I’m not sure why he is coming home, why he is coming to us, but I did get a real sense that his coming is not random.
That’s the thing with you, Lord. Where you’re concerned, things are always more than they seem. Help me understand your ways more, Lord. I know you are calling me deeper. I just wish I felt more worthy of your call, Lord.
Amen.