It Will Get Better

Happy Sabbath

I am sitting in the parking lot of the place I went to middle school. I had a good day at church today. My son is with the grandparents and I plan to meet up with several church members to play at a nursing home. It's extremely windy out in this parking lot, the wind is shaking my car.

I had some difficulty this week with how I felt and how I wanted things to go, but I am going to praise God nonetheless.

I went to the group at a friends house following church last Saturday night and I was not comfortable. I left the house after being there 3 hours and when I left, a herd of deer ran in between the houses and one hit the driver's side headlight of my car. I was going 40 mph when I saw them and hit the deer when I was 20mph. Still damaged.

Before leaving the house, my son got sick and started coughing. My friend has a dog and allows only the children to look after it. Allowing children to run anything equates to my son getting sick.

He put a remote in his mouth. He crawled on the floor with the dog. The dog licked his face. When he came back to me he was sneezing, coughing, covered with dog hair and in the early stages of conjunctivitis and other bacterial infection internally. He also broke out in a rash.

Prior to that, when I was playing piano for my home church, I had left my son with an adult. I look and see him walking around during children's story collecting an offering with his sweater on his head with no care or respect for God and the sanctuary. It bothered me more that no one stepped in to correct him. It bothered me that no one checked his running around seeing I couldn't leave the piano for the worship service. It bothered me that adults only looked after their own. It angered me that a child came up to me to tell me my son was outside by himself throwing dirt. I came out side to find him running around, knees soiled in mud and him throwing dirt toward the door all while worship service was going on. I even saw at least one adult if not two outside moving their children and not so much blinking an eye that my son was outside by himself. He could have been in the parking lot and got hit. A predator could have taken him. Anything could have happened.

The anger did not settle in me until well after my son got sick from being at my friend's house. As a result, I decided that he should stay with my parents when I go to church and know I will not be able to supervise him. I can't rely on anyone else to do their part in making sure ALL children are safe.

People talk a good game and I'm not here for it any more. I am thankful that my son is in a safe place right now. I am thankful for the longer days that are to come. I am working on planning activities my son and I can do on longer Sabbath days. We watched this great movie about David last night and I am surprised that he enjoyed it so much, he repeated the entire hour and some watching it once more.  All is not lost. It sure felt that way at the start of the week but there are things I can still do to draw him in and direct his attention to the Lord.

I had difficulty early this week but towards the end, I thank the Lord my tax refund came through. I thank Him I could fit a wheel barrel in my tiny car and all that lumber. I plan to build a raised garden bed tomorrow and I'm excited. I am excited for Spring, warmer weather and to see more changes happen, more growth in my son's and my life.

It's going to get better. I thank Jesus that it is going to get better. God is good. Let's thank Him in good times and times of struggle. It's going to get better.