mommy knows best

I talked to my mom. She must be a prayer warrior, she's come so far in her walk since my parents' divrced, that now I KNOW I can go to her for sound, godly advice. Which she gave me, without rebuking or chastising me much (which is fine since another friend chastised me throughly earlier this week). But I really needed the prayer and understanding. Just hearing her pray for me, as she named all the things that were going on, even though I hadn't told her much, a peace descended (which is rapidly disappearing as I start to panic again, but that's me, not God), a clarity of mind and of purpose. I have to do some hard things when all I want to do is crawl under a rock and cry and hide. I think I am going to need one of those cushy garden knee pads soon, if I do what I am supposed to.

And now we are going to be late for church because I had some business to clear up, but at least it's getting taken care of.