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Monday, June 2
a bedtime prayer
Dear God,
Thank you so very much that my parents are coming home from their long trip to Tennessee tomorrow. And I'm not just saying that because of all the free babysitting I've been missing. Although part of me is saying it for that, and I'm trying not to love the thought that they want all the kids to spend the night tomorrow more than I love my neighbor as myself. But it's hard.
I don't know if you can say this out loud in These Days of Dr. Phil, but I love my mom and dad, and I've missed them. You might think I'm just working it, Lord, because You know my mom logs on to the blog every day and then prints it for my dad to read, too. Unless of course I've written something that would aggravate his indigestion or make him wonder why he wasted money on years of expensive Christian education for his only daughter. So I guess he probably reads only one out of every five or six posts.
It's hard for me to believe I've been out of their house for nearly fifteen years, only waking up on my wedding day to face a life beyond their roof. I don't think it's hard for them to believe it, though, God, because by the time I got home from my honeymoon they had turned my room into an office and built a new sun room off the back of the house. But I loved being there while it was right, and they loved having me there even when I was wrong, and a girl can't ask more than that.
The lessons I learned from them there have given me strength to stand firm, and the courage to move forward, and the wisdom to know when to do either. I owe them much, and I pray that you bring them home safe, both tomorrow and in the years to come.
Amen.
Thank you so very much that my parents are coming home from their long trip to Tennessee tomorrow. And I'm not just saying that because of all the free babysitting I've been missing. Although part of me is saying it for that, and I'm trying not to love the thought that they want all the kids to spend the night tomorrow more than I love my neighbor as myself. But it's hard.
I don't know if you can say this out loud in These Days of Dr. Phil, but I love my mom and dad, and I've missed them. You might think I'm just working it, Lord, because You know my mom logs on to the blog every day and then prints it for my dad to read, too. Unless of course I've written something that would aggravate his indigestion or make him wonder why he wasted money on years of expensive Christian education for his only daughter. So I guess he probably reads only one out of every five or six posts.
It's hard for me to believe I've been out of their house for nearly fifteen years, only waking up on my wedding day to face a life beyond their roof. I don't think it's hard for them to believe it, though, God, because by the time I got home from my honeymoon they had turned my room into an office and built a new sun room off the back of the house. But I loved being there while it was right, and they loved having me there even when I was wrong, and a girl can't ask more than that.
The lessons I learned from them there have given me strength to stand firm, and the courage to move forward, and the wisdom to know when to do either. I owe them much, and I pray that you bring them home safe, both tomorrow and in the years to come.
Amen.
J/