Afternoon Lord. Sorry about yesterday. Cameron was around a lot of the day sorting out paperwork and making phone calls so there just didn’t seem a quiet and appropriate moment to drag out the prayer journal. Still, if it helps Cameron find his feet (and the door) well I suppose it is a small price to pay. I pray you would help him find a job, Lord, just as soon as possible.
Then there was Nathan. Second day back at kindergarten on Tuesday and he’s already in trouble. Some fuss about the sandpit and more water than was involved with the Flood. Andrea (the junior kindergarten teacher) looked as though she could have cheerfully strangled him. The head teacher was more understanding, but you’d think a kindergarten would be more used to the vagaries of boys, plus have some sort of sense of humour, for crying out loud.
Someone told me Andrea has infertility issues so maybe it’s all getting to her. Mind you, it could be nature’s way of telling her she’s not ready for children – especially if that’s going to be her attitude. I’ve tried explaining that Nathan just needs some set guidelines, but the problem is that his ideas and experimentation are usually way beyond what anyone would predict. He’d probably go on in his adult life to invent something truly amazing – if it wasn’t for the fact that there scarcely seems a thing left to invent. At least he isn’t vicious or vindictive in his intentions, and I think people really ought to bear that in mind.
Be with Nathan, Lord. Help him to make wise choices.
Thank you for the wonder of hair dye – something that I will be needing by the bucket load by the time he reaches school age!
Amen