Saved by prayer

I caught Eliza with my phone again in the bathroom. The boys reported that she had said some sketchy things on Facebook, too. I felt like she was isolating herself more and more and my connection with her was getting thin. I poured out my heart to Heavenly Father that night and he answered me in an odd way. My highly responsible, punctual, scheduled girl missed the bus the next morning! I was able to drive her to school and talk about my concerns in an environment free of distraction and chaos. Our connection was strengthened and I recognized a clear answer to prayer.

Today after school Wilson came home to get his football gear. He turned the house upside down and found nothing. He was so angry, Tony came home from work to help him look. His coach was livid that he wasn't at practice, I was livid that the coach blamed me and our whole family was in panic mode. I caught myself escalating and went up to my room to hit my knees. After calming down I asked a few key questions and realized that all of Wilson's football gear was in a black garbage bag. It was the same bag I had thrown away, just before the trash man came yesterday. With the mystery solved, we were able to order the missing equipment ($300.00), talk to the coach and resolve the trauma. Again, a quick answer to a pleading prayer.


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Ouch

I have had the painful experience today of trying to do the right thing and having everything come out wrong. My attempts to be transparent were misinterpreted as secret, my attempts to unify further divided, and suggestions for problem solving were seen as dictatorship. I risked vulnerability and the reaction was not kind. I attempted to resolve problems and really only created more. I am hurt and discouraged. I am really worried that I am being misperceived. I need an answer about what I can gain from this.

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Happy birthday to me

Temple session, bike ride, pumpkin pie. Another beautiful birthday.

Things I did not expect at age 43:

Flabby arms
Wilson's Jail time
An extreme preference for the temple over shopping
Ability to run 6 miles
Dependance on Tony
How wise my parents are
Longing for early bedtime
Deep connections with other women
To be a Dog owner
Inability to break bad habits






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