A lace-maker was working on a very intricate design when she noticed a mistake at the beginning of her work. To the untrained eye it was inconspicuous and she could easily have camouflaged it, but moments like that separate the professional from the 'dabbler'. She worked all night, painstakingly unravelled her work till she reached the flaw, fixed it and started over again.I love that.
When the angel blocked Balaam on the road, Balaam said, 'I have sinned. I did not realise you were standing in the road to oppose me...if you are displeased, I will go back.' There are times when you need to go back and make things right. Now, God doesn't usually send angels to tell us we're off course; He speaks through His Word, through a trusted friend, or through our conscience.
Joni Eareckson Tada says, 'If the Holy Spirit reveals we've made an error, it's pointless to go on unless we go back... Sometimes you get so far in life and realise...the threads just aren't coming together; you've made a mistake somewhere along the line. Your sins have come home to roost. We do ourselves a disservice when we merely make a quick mid-course correction. If you want the ends to come together, then ask the Holy Spirit to show you where you "dropped the stitch".'
Marcus Aurelius said, 'A wrongdoer is often one who has left something undone, not always one who has done something.' If the Holy Spirit is dealing with you right now about some unfinished business in your life, stop, go back and make it right. It's not easy, but God will honour your humility and obedience.
There was a time when i didn't think that i would ever be able to get back to any kind of good. I didn't think i could ever get back to any kind of normal life. I didn't think i would ever do simple things, that so many people take for granted, like just sit around the dinner table, and have a family dinner with my children at the end of the day.
Nearly two years after i felt that way, things are so different. I still have things to change and fix, but i am getting there.
I am a bit upset this morning. Well, not REALLY upset - peeved is probably a better word to describe how i am feeling.
Nicole has this friend right? Nicole has lots of friends. She is a popular young lady. They are all great kids. I love them. I love having them here. I love driving them around. I just love them. There is this one girl who is not really part of Nicole's core group of friends - she is kind of just out there in the periphery of this circle of friends. I think for this post, i will call this girl Harry.
Harry is not someone that i really like Nicole to hang out with all that much. She seems like a nice girl and is always polite, however i haven't been able to help but notice when i have dropped them off at parties etc that her skirts / dresses barely cover her ass, and she is always wearing what i refer to as "hooker heals." Every time i have seen her in the past year i have been amazed that her mother has allowed her out of the house dressed like that.
Harry is the girl that seems to always get drunk, ends up puking everywhere, and subsequently creates bawling her eyes out drama that ruins all of the kids' night. She does this Every. Single. Time.
Not long ago the girls all went to a party. They all got ready here. Harry arrived here pre party with alcohol that her mother had supplied her. I dropped the girls at the party, and arranged to pick them up later in the evening. Harry climbed out of my car. I watched as she stumbled up the driveway in her dress that didn't even cover her ass, and her hooker heals that she could barely walk in, thinking to myself again how grateful i am that Nicole has never shown an interest in dressing like that. I don't know what i would do, other than lock her in her closet if she did.
At midnight, as planned, i went to pick the girls up. Harry was missing. Apparently, Harry had gotten herself written off, and made a puking and crying phone call to her mother to collect her. All good. I have always told Nicole that if she is ever out somewhere like that and wants to come home, to ring me and i will be there.
The girls all came back here and proceeded to watch movies for the rest of the evening. A good evening out for all of them - except Harry.
The next morning though, Harry's mum turns up here to collect Harry's things - you know - clothes, the rest of the booze that she had supplied her daughter with - that kind of thing. Honestly - this woman scared me. She made out like it was my fault that her daughter drank the booze that SHE had supplied her. I felt like i was a teenager getting told off by this woman for her own daughter's bad behaviour, that SHE had enabled. This woman was rude to Nicole. She was rude to me. She acted like she thought i was some kind of bad parent.
This pissed me off at the time - excuse my language - and i have cringed every single time Nicole has had Harry around her ever since. Nicole has hung out with her probably three times since this incident, and all three times Harry has gotten herself rotten drunk, puked, cried, and called her mum.
This morning, Nicole mentions to me just out of the blue - "Harry is not allowed to stay the night here any more because her mum saw you in the paper and knows you used to do P etc etc..."
WHAT THE HECK???
So i have a few things to say to Harry's mum right now...as you can imagine.
Firstly - You saw me in the paper a YEAR ago, and you did not have a problem with sending your daughter and her Woodstocks here until NOW???
Secondly - How you can let your daughter out in public dressed like a hooker is well beyond anything that i can even begin to understand.
Thirdly - Your daughter, at 17 has a flipping drinking problem. That is YOUR fault so stop bloody well supplying her with Woodstock.
Fourthly - When your daughter is poorly behaved it is no one's fault but HERS. It is not my fault when you supply her with booze, that she can't handle that booze. It is not Nicole's fault. It is not any of the other girls' faults. Your daughter is the ONLY one out of this group of friends that behaves in this manner. Look at YOUR DAUGHTER and YOURSELF for why this is.
Fifthly - Perhaps it is time to take some of that money that you spend on your daughter's hair extensions, make up, booze, and slutty clothes and put it towards some rehab instead.
Sixthly - It's a sad day for you, when a former prostitute and P addict is doing a better job of raising her children then you are....huh???
Go back and make it right lady.
Rant over.
That feels betterrrrrrrrr.
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