Yesterday’s foreboding slipped away as the day continued.  A tough conversation I need to have with an adult leader is set for next Tuesday.  He called me yesterday morning most unexpectedly.  He said he was returning the two calls I’d made to him.  I hadn’t made any calls to him and my phone didn’t register that I had.  I was questioning whether God wanted me to talk with him at this unexpected time.  I simply said the calls were a mystery and we’d talk next week.  Today I’m convinced that Satan is trying to manipulate God’s timing.

God is driving home for me the critical importance of relationships starting with His and mine.  I’ve always had a natural sense of family and relationship innate in me.  However, my past abuse taught me to not trust the emotions tied to them and to dismiss them when I have them.  I have learned this lack of trust is a character defect resulting from childhood.  God is helping me restore them and replace the defect.  I was rather touched yesterday when my own daughter called me to say she hopes our own family can be as strong as she sees mine is with my siblings.  The love and care she saw all of us giving Bonnie during her recent loss is awakening in her this importance.  This would be such an answer to prayer.  I love seeing God work and being part of it as He shows me my part.  Praise be to God my Father.