Morning Lord. Furtive bathroom prayer again this morning on account of the fact that time is running out before we go to church and I’m not in a good frame of mind just right now. For a start my good intentions where Cameron is concerned got slightly blown out of the water because I sort of lost it with Andrew last night. I just got so mad, Lord. The two of them spent the whole day together doing goodness knows what. Andrew took Cameron off for the day, leaving me to look after the kids while they had some “man time” together. No thought for if I needed a break. No thought about whether the children might like to see their father. No thought about delving under the bonnet of my car to find the cause of the mysterious noises.
Then, to top it off, I discover he has invited his parents for lunch today after church, an event for which I am quite unprepared. Apparently (and you’d know more about this than I would, Lord) they bumped into Ma and Pa Copeland somewhere on their day out (Where? The Bat Cave?) and the invitation just sort of slipped out. Slipped out? I ask you!
Anyway, Lord, we’re off shortly and I don’t want to be standing in church fuming so I pray for your peace, your peace that passes all understanding. In fact, make that a double.
Forgive me for my sin. I realise I need to be more understanding and more patient. I just wish some people would be more understanding and more patient about me!
In Jesus’ name…Amen