Yes, miracles do happen. You just have to open your eyes and watch. This one was so very much the work of God that it hit me in the face! I am still shocked by it. I hate that you readers have to wait to read this but I will explain that in a minute.
Most people don't realize or care that off-handed hurtful comments are bad for kids and really do bother them. These self-gratifying individuals do not realize what they are doing nor accept responsibilities for their actions but are very quick to blame everyone else around them. My children happened to be exposed to such people. With that background we now go on with the story.
Day 1 we will call Monday - both Vern and Ann came home in very sour hateful moods. Superman and I try to be friendly and upbeat despite the poor moods. This was met with extreme resistance and out right hatred. This hatred had ramifications that rippled throughout entire family.
Here was dinner:
Notice what is missing from our family dinner? Yes, it's just me - my plate- and no family. Makes for a long tough night.
Now lets move onto Day 2-
I came home expecting more of Day 1. I have a routine where when I get home, I immediately go feed 2 of our cats who think they are starving to death. When I am finished feeding them I came upstairs to make dinner. Much to my surprise, Ann had made the potatoes as I had asked and was not even reminded. Superman came out of our bedroom chattering with both the kids. Vern and Ann both hugged me. Everyone was friendly with each other. It was like a normal happy family.
I just stood there looking around mouth gaping. I could not believe my praying and I'm sure others praying had done this. It was a H-U-G-E deal! In the span of 24 hours things were completely different than the night before.
After dinner, the kids and I ran to basketball, guitar lesson and a workout. After basketball practice in the car Vern told me "Mom, I'm sorry I say I hate you and stuff all the time. I really don't mean those things."
"Vern, that is the nicest thing I have heard all day. THANK YOU!"
So many small miracles packed into one evening, I was reminded that God does care about me and when I am feeling my worst, he will show me he loves me.
Why this is published later? Because we were in the middle of a large - expensive court battle over custody of Ann. I did not want to risk anything I said here, although I don't think there is anything negative but rather only positive and loving, to be used against me. Lawyers like to twist things around. The court case is over and I still have my shiny mom badge!
Most people don't realize or care that off-handed hurtful comments are bad for kids and really do bother them. These self-gratifying individuals do not realize what they are doing nor accept responsibilities for their actions but are very quick to blame everyone else around them. My children happened to be exposed to such people. With that background we now go on with the story.
Day 1 we will call Monday - both Vern and Ann came home in very sour hateful moods. Superman and I try to be friendly and upbeat despite the poor moods. This was met with extreme resistance and out right hatred. This hatred had ramifications that rippled throughout entire family.
Here was dinner:
Notice what is missing from our family dinner? Yes, it's just me - my plate- and no family. Makes for a long tough night.
Now lets move onto Day 2-
I came home expecting more of Day 1. I have a routine where when I get home, I immediately go feed 2 of our cats who think they are starving to death. When I am finished feeding them I came upstairs to make dinner. Much to my surprise, Ann had made the potatoes as I had asked and was not even reminded. Superman came out of our bedroom chattering with both the kids. Vern and Ann both hugged me. Everyone was friendly with each other. It was like a normal happy family.
I just stood there looking around mouth gaping. I could not believe my praying and I'm sure others praying had done this. It was a H-U-G-E deal! In the span of 24 hours things were completely different than the night before.
After dinner, the kids and I ran to basketball, guitar lesson and a workout. After basketball practice in the car Vern told me "Mom, I'm sorry I say I hate you and stuff all the time. I really don't mean those things."
"Vern, that is the nicest thing I have heard all day. THANK YOU!"
So many small miracles packed into one evening, I was reminded that God does care about me and when I am feeling my worst, he will show me he loves me.
Why this is published later? Because we were in the middle of a large - expensive court battle over custody of Ann. I did not want to risk anything I said here, although I don't think there is anything negative but rather only positive and loving, to be used against me. Lawyers like to twist things around. The court case is over and I still have my shiny mom badge!
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