The attacks by the evil one are getting old…..really, really old. But I know that I am doing to right thing…..but it just seems like attack after attack are coming my way. I hate that this anger has such a hold on me. I know I need to forgive him, but I am just not there yet. He fought dirty, hit below the belt; but the worse thing was, it was personal, very personal. I realize that I have to respect him, although he is no authority in my life by any means, but, he is my parent’s boss. This anger that has a hold in me is fierce, and gives him more control, but still. Several times I have prayed about it and I keep getting the same answer, “My love, pray for him.” No Lord, no, I can’t, won’t, don’t want to. This is yet another attack from the evil one, and it hurts. Lord, please help me not crumble, because I am near the breaking point.
I’m home this weekend. Rush is a week from Monday and I am in charge of everything involved. Stressed out? Yes. Does it cause sleepless nights because one’s head is full of things that need to be done? You bet. But I have made it this far and only have a week to go. I am proud of myself. This was a daunting task that required organization, planning, dictating, meetings, and so much more. Last night mom helped me with the Rush posters because I am so not artistically creative. (Its not my fault though, I’ve been told its genetic.) Overall I am happy with the way they turned out. This morning I took some pictures, so, ignore my ‘just crawled out of bed’ look.
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