Prayer Requests

I don’t want this to be a preachy blog. I am not going to try to force people to believe in God if they don’t, and I am not going to get sucked into a debate over the existence of a Creator. This blog is simply my way of reminding myself to start praying more often.

Even if you don’t believe in a Creator, you can’t argue with the scientific evidence that prayer does work. (http://www.plim.org/PrayerDeb.htm)

At some point before my grandfather’s death in February of 2007 I stopped making prayer a regular part of my daily routine. Up until that point, I had a daily dialogue with Jehovah. I don’t know why I stopped praying regularly. It wasn’t that I lost faith. I think that I just became too weighed down with other things. Looking back now, it was at that same time that my life started going down hill. Instead of turning to Jehovah for help, I simply became more and more depressed which caused my health to deteriorate and my family as well.

Tonight, Todd started raging over a pair of jeans. How silly. I was on the phone with my mother, thanking her for giving us her old washing machine, and I told Tate to get a load of clothes together, and Todd wanted a pair of jeans washed. Now, if I had not been on the phone, I would have told Tate to include the pair of jeans in the load he was doing, no big deal, but, I had warned Tate not to overload the washer earlier, and I don’t know if he thought that his dad’s jeans would break the proverbial camel’s back or not, but he did not include the jeans in the load he gathered. That made Todd mad, and he followed Tate into his bedroom to try and make him include the jeans, I guess. Before I even knew what was going on, Graham was screaming and I heard Tate say that he was restraining his father. I dialed 911, because I have told them that every time they get physical I am calling 911. I am not putting up with the physical fighting any more, and I don’t have any other consequences to give them, so I called 911, and Graham took over on the phone while I went to try and break up their fight.

I don’t know why Todd was so worried about the jeans being done in that first load. It is not as if it is the only load of clothes that will ever be washed again. His whole reaction was completely unreasonable.

The police came and basically just scolded the both of them.

After the officers left, Todd called me a “cop calling bitch,” and told me not to bother calling him for supper, but when supper was ready, he ate it.

He was angry for hours, told me that he had had it with me and with Tate, and all of his usual digs and insults. So I did something that I don’t normally do; I prayed. I prayed for Jehovah to take the anger from Todd’s heart and grant him wisdom, and almost instantly, he stopped fuming and started talking normally again.

So I have decided to try and remember to pray on a regular basis. I am going to pray for patience and wisdom. I am going to pray for good things to happen to our family. I am going to pray for the things we need from day to day, and I am going to pray for others. Please post any prayer requests you have and I will say a prayer for you.