Happy Sabbath
I had a rough start to this week but everything has ended well, praise the Lord.
Saturday night I saw a clip of something that I wanted to share with my son that I felt was important for him to see. I didn't want to take up much of his time and I asked him to come see but he yelled that he didn't care and refused to stay. I was upset by that decided to close myself off for the rest of the day. I had taken him to the hospital and tried to get an answer on his GI issues and we returned home and things were ok only for him to disrespect me by yelling at me and going off to do an art project. Sunday, I had planned to take him to Six Flags. I had already purchased the tickets online on Thursday for him, my sister and myself. Sunday I was in no mood to talk to him but continued pushing forward as I could not get a refund for the type of tickets I purchased. My sister has a habit of coming to town every weekend and she goes over to see my parents. She never comes across town (10 min or less) to visit with me). She also has not allowed anyone to visit her home. I got the feeling that she didn't want to meet me at my house so I agreed to pick her up at our parent's house. I didn't tell my parents where we were going and she told me that she didn't tell them anything but then as we were on the way, she admitted she did tell them. I also felt judged by her. I don't remember what we were talking about. It wasn't something serious but I didn't like the expressions I saw in the rear view mirror. She refused to sit up front with me so my son sat in the front passenger. We arrive at Six Flags for pretty much all the rides to either not be functioning and a few had super long lines with malfunctions. The one I really wanted to ride was not working. I was also in line for almost an hour between two groups of people who made me uncomfortable. I only got in line to support my son who wanted to do a ride I was nervous about. We never got on the ride because of the continual malfunctions and my son wanted to get out of line and find something else. When I saw that the other ride was not working, and encountered other problems including racism, my train ran out of steam to keep going. My sister was not talking to me. My son was quiet and not talking. I gave up at that point. I had hoped to do some rides with all three of us but my sister had never intended to get on any rides. Why did you even agree if you were not going to get on anything or at least try to spend quality time with family? My son asked to go home and I agreed. We drove to grandparents in silence and I wished my sister off and headed home. I was so disappointed. My son had to throw his jab that my plan for the theme park was stupid and a waste of money and my sister did not have any interest in spending time with us. So I am not doing any more outings with her. I will not go back to Six Flags. I wasted alot of money on a miserable time which should have been a great finish to the summer before my son starts the next school year. As upset as I get with him, I still don't want him to miss out on great experiences. I'm considering doing a VR gaming experience tomorrow or Monday with him. We could do an escape room VR or battle against monsters experience. Way cheaper than what I shelled out for the theme park and closer to home.
That weekend was also rough because I had expected people to check in and care about what was going on with my son and I. We had left service abruptly because he wanted to go to the hospital and I took him. He got blood tests done and the only thing off was his glucose level. He has since recovered from what I believe was having consumed spoiled food at his grandparent's house. I had expected people to reach out and the people I expected did not reach out. Two others I did not expect did reach out and I appreciate them but everyone else, I felt horrible so much so that I deleted WhatsApp. I wanted to sign out from everything but I saw in a video and other things that I know that God doesn't want me to do that.
When people fail me, when I am abandoned, forgotten, ignored or purposely pushed aside, I have to remember that God has my side. There is always Jesus. I felt that way last weekend. I felt that way when this person for the umpteenth time waited until I started to play piano to block out the sound with a track on the loud speaker. I felt that way when the people I try to stay in touch with showed no concern about what was happening for my child. I felt that way when everything happened with my sister and even other stuff I have not mentioned. I felt that way when my son screamed at me he didn't care when all I wanted was 10 seconds of his time as he was passing through.
I heard a song this morning while I was getting ready and stopped because I heard Dolly Parton's voice. I'm like, she still making music? I went to look for the song and it was with Zack Williams. The song is , There Was Jesus. I played it when I was at church today on piano in the key of AbMajor.
There's a part that says:
When the life I built came crashing to the ground
When the friends I had were no where to be found
I couldn't see it then but I can see it now
There was Jesus.
Jesus showed up today and He has been present even as I went through the difficult points this week. I thought about how I was baptized back in 2007. That day was so extra extra special to me, a date I never want to forget. Then four years later I damaged the memory of that day by dealing with someone I had no business dealing with. Didn't realize that the enemy was targeting that day, trying to tarnish my memory and weaken me as a Christian. I had committed for years to stay focused and keep out of trouble. The enemy sent another version of the person I dealt with and I again had no business dealing with them. I had a new bad memory that followed me for 4 years but God is a God of fresh starts. New beginnings. He can take a terrible story and rewrite it to have a beautiful ending. I sat thinking about my baptism date and how I tarnished it and my folly of four years ago and then God gave me a new awesome memory. My son was baptized on that day. Now it is one of the best days of my life and it is only thanks to the Lord. The enemy can try to destroy but God is building my life back better piece by piece and I'm thankful for Him. Today at church some things that bothered me that I didn't speak about to the leaders, God addressed those things. I was happy to see people go over and greet my child over on the other side of the church. They were not doing that before but they took the time to do so. There were other things I heard. Jesus showed up today.
So I must remember that even when I feel alone, like no one cares or even if that is in fact true. God still cares. I love Him for that. I thank Him for that. I am committed to trying. I should continue to try and continue to love because God loved us first. I will continue to try because, there was Jesus.