I wrote that prayer for my granddaughter. We say it at bedtime when she is with me. And now…
There has been an explosion in my life where those words haunt me. There is no escape from frustration and concern. It is nearly impossible to relax.
This is a situation where I may have to go into court, raise my hand and swear to tell the truth. I wish I was not in this position, wish I could walk away. Only I have this thing about love. For me there is love and there is “true” love.
It’s kinda like the old sayings: talk is cheap or the proof is in the pudding. Someone can say they love you, but what happens when that love is put to the test? When love means you have to step into a courtroom, face a judge, feel the heat of the opposition?
It’s not that I have a problem with the truth, far from it. People close to me are often frustrated because I’m fanatic about not telling a lie.
You know what I mean? The phone rings and someone calls out, “Tell them I’m not here,” or “Say I’m in the bathroom.” That doesn’t work for me.
When someone calls if I don’t want to talk I say so. If a friend wants to go somewhere I say okay or I don’t feel like it today. I also tell people to do the same with me.
There are two things I teach my granddaughter:
- Do the right thing
- Never lie
Now I have to step up to the plate, set an example. And no matter what happens I must tell the truth. My granddaughter is watching.
I pray each night…
May Your Glass Always Be Half Full
My buddies in the LBC have their own take on “relaxation,” take a look: