Yes, Lord, it has been 4 weeks since I last posted here. Oy. To the day. (I think I took that Wednesday off for my medical appointment--physical.)
When this happens, I don't really know where to begin.
First, I promised my client (KB) that I would pray for her although I was going to pray during our canceled appointment time. Father God, she lost her son to an opiate overdose. I feel really helpless to help her; that grief cannot be traditional or standard in any way, although more and more deaths are occurring because of it. Before I ask You for help to help her, let me ask You to help her directly. She mentioned that her husband was in the hospital overnight. I didn't ask specifically, but it would stand to reason that there was something concerning to warrant admission. She has a remarkably important job as a SPED director for Webster: "Director of Student Support Services." AND, in addition to all that, she is allowing her deceased son's girlfriend and their child, a 5-year-old kindergartener, to live with them.
You, of course, know all of this. Please bless her in a way that only You know will be most "blessing." To my knowledge, she is a woman of the Catholic faith, and she might not know You in the born-again personal way. Bless her so that she knows incontrovertibly that it is YOU. Not only for her sake, but for Yours as well.
Second, then: Would You help me find the Fordham Christmas sweatshirt? Silly request, of course. It's sentimental.
Third: the reason it is sentimental is my second daughter. She is in a relationship with a stellar young man--but by his own confession, he is not (yet) a Christian. I really like him. I imagine that You do, too! In fact, I am quite sure that You love him. He is a quality guy, a person who loves sacrificially, and a thinker who is not going to take this faith lightly. For those reasons, I consider him a better Christian than many of my fellow brothers and sisters. BUT--he is not (yet) a Christian, and I am concerned as my daughter's mother that she is heading toward heartbreak and heartache and frank disobedience.
There. I have said it. I want her to follow Your instructions. I cannot do that for her, though. Please intervene in Your wise way. It is fairly certain <smile> that You want that young man more than I do. You know whether he is good for my daughter (although, as the cliche goes, no one is good enough for one's daughter). You will not force my daughter to do the right thing. I will not pretend to know what the right thing is for her.
(The furnace maintenance person just arrived. Thank You for this time. I guess this is all for today.)
