The kids had their first visitation with X tonight. I simply could not sit home and chew my fingernails off worrying. So I saw Four Christmases. It was funny and I desperately needed to laugh. It was a practice run; he gets them for the whole weekend too.
The child support thing is still a mess. Just this morning he agreed to everything that was best for our children and fair, then he talked to his lawyer and called the whole deal off. His attorney gives lawyers a bad name. Who in their right mind would advise a client Not to pay child support? Cold hearted idiot.
Times like these I wonder what's taking God so long to answer me. Then I remember Isaiah 55:8-9, For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts. He may answer at the 11th hour, but He will never be late.
Tonight I'm clinging to the hope of Daniel 10:12-13; an angel came to him and said, "...since the first day that you set your mind to gain understanding and to humble yourself before your God, your words were heard, and I have come in response to them. But the prince of the Persian kingdom (the enemy) resisted me twenty-one days. Then Michael, one of the chief princes (angels), came to help me, because I was detained there..." Maybe the angels are still fighting their way through to answer my prayers.
I'm going to pack all weekend; it needs to be done and it will keep me busy. Hour by hour, day by day, we're stepping closer to the end. No! To our new beginning. There will be cake my friends, oh yes, there will be cake.
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