Daughter's blood sugar was high yesterday evening. Once again she denied doing anything wrong. This morning she got belligerent when I pointed out that every time she denies having been into anything, she is lying. I told her to cut the c**p and stop playing the victim. I told her I didn't deserve her abuse.
When we got to the church, she wrote me a note confessing to getting into the kitchen and taking ice cream bars. They have a relief staff person this weekend, and apparently she doesn't have keys. Daughter is taking full advantage of that. I told her she had to go back and confess, and that I'd be sending out an email to assure she really did confess.
After church I took an individual who has visited for several Sundays out to lunch. I heard the story of tremendous evil done by people who claim the name of Christ. It was a troubling conversation. I'm honored to be entrusted with these stories, and it is unsettling to ponder them.
Now I'm going out to mow the lawn. I'll be doing a lot of praying as I mow as I seek to be an effective pastor to this individual.