I just got Ali to sleep. Every night for the past week, Ali gets worked up into a torturous frenzy. Picture a little baby that pinches her little finger or bumps his little head. The child panics and mom hugs the little one and in a few minutes the baby is comforted. Now picture the same child unable to be consoled for hours; screaming and huffing and puffing for six or seven hours every night. It transforms the charming and beautiful Susan into a frazzled wreck. And me, well I'm emotionally drained and collapse physically exhausted into bed every night. I wake up every day wondering if it will get any better.
Will this change or is this going to be my life?
When this first happened to Ali, I had an attitude and posture of forgiveness and reconciliation toward the young man that hurt her. But now, it seems like I have to forgive him all over again several times a day. I ain't got it in me.
I'm motivated to do a study on biblical forgiveness. I've already outlined it. I need to make an adjustment in my thinking. My theology isn't working for me these days. If I follow through with this study, I'll let you know how the Spirit is applying truth to my life.
Please don't stop praying for us.