It’s five thirty and the sun is on its way. Outside the doves are cooing, the mockingbirds are singing, and every so often I hear the cheerful water drop notes from a quail. There are houses with acreage behind our apartments, so I can hear roosters crowing, too. The street noise is starting to surge as the day begins.
I lie here in bed with my iPod and count my blessings. We have a nice place to live. We had a quiet, relaxing day yesterday.
There are people in my life right now who only communicate with ridicule and put downs. I’ve never experienced this for so long before, and it’s made me cling to Jesus like a life raft. But what do I do when they mock my children? I’m afraid I’ll have to put my foot down, gaslighting or no.
These thoughts trouble me on this pretty, peaceful morning. I think it’s time for some prayer.