Joy Comes in the Morning

Yesterday was a whirlwind of a day. From first glance it was a normal day at our house. It was quiet. Until, Parker came home off the bus. Some new kids in the neighborhood have been picking on Parker since they started riding the bus together. He came home in tears yesterday. It wasn't long after he came home that the mom of the other boys was knocking at the door claiming that Parker was the bully and saying things that I am certain he didn't say. I know Parker. I know the things he is capable of. He wouldn't make this comment. I'm sure he said things he shouldn't have but this parent was claiming my child was saying racial slurs. (neither of us heard what happened it was all he said he said) After having a less than calm conversation with this mom I walked away feeling frustrated, angry and attacked.

After a few hours and a phone call with a friend I had calmed down a little. My husband and I made a trip to Lowe's after supper and on the way home I had a frying pan to the head moment. I really felt the Holy Spirit tell me that we (as a family) are at war. Our family (just like most families) are under attack. The enemy will use anything he can to get a foothold and tear us apart. It seems like since we moved here we have been under constant attack. It hasn't been little things either. I'm talking take cover cause bombs are going off.