I come to you a good 48 hours after the world ended AGAIN. I know I should have come right there in the moment and asked for your help when my strong-willed child was losing her precious little mind and I heard the Little Red Hen clucking, “The Sky is Falling, The Sky is Falling.” Because I promise, it was.
All I saw was red. I struggled to separate myself from the situation and let the consequences do their job. Yes, Lord, I wanted to fix my child, and I doubted you. So I took it upon myself to figure this one out on my own. I know, I know. The way I handled the situation sucked. You saw it all.
I guess I was wondering if you really get it, God?
Do you know what it’s like to live with a perpetual controller who is in constant pushback mode sucking you bone dry with negativity and critique? Some days it feels worse than when I worked in the corporate cube—sitting next to the company gossip and the guy who cussed out his clients all day!
Do you know what it’s like to be questioned and challenged on every teensy decision?