Perfectly Perfect

 Yesterday was bad. Just bad. I went outside to the garage to hang a set of curtains. A set of curtains, for Pete's sake! You wouldn't think that would be something difficult, but it turned out to be a train wreck. Two hours later I had dissolved into a screaming, emotional mess. I yelled at my daughter, and my mouth was just generally out of control. Cuss words were flying like jet planes, leaving vapor heavy trails across the house. People were crying. I had a few quiet moments in which I talked with the Lord about my lack of self control. I asked him for forgiveness and a reset. I love that I serve a God of resets. Decided to change tactics with my daughter. Instead of getting angry that I can't get her off the couch, or get her to clean her room, or get up and go out and vote, I am going to try killing her with kindness. It's what Jesus would do. 

So I got up this morning with a reset and a new attitude. And it has held throughout the day. It's been such a peaceful day. No pain in the knees. Swelling down. The Mr. took me out to lunch. I really couldn't decide what to eat on the menu. Steak is ridiculous. Thirty dollars a plate. Against my better judgement I ordered fried catfish and salad, with green beans. I made up for it by only eating half. I asked them what kind of oil they fried it in, and they said vegetable oil. So I may be expecting some inflammation and or pain tomorrow. I am hoping not. Because I absolutely love fried catfish. And this place knows how to do it. It might be my one and only cheat, if there is no pain following. 

Hamburger patties for dinner, with green beans again, and zero sugar yogurt. I was almost done cooking, wrapping it up, when Ally asked me to make her some soup. I put my new plan into action, and didn't complain, too much. I may have muttered that I wished she had asked me sooner. And then I shut up. I not only made the soup, I served it to her, as well, and told her I loved her. 

I got to thinking about my kids, today. I really want to get to know them better. Not that I don't know them. I know them well. However, I want to be friends with them, now that they are adults. I want relationship with them, beyond day to day stuff. 

Jesus is real. Jesus is good. He has made it a perfectly perfect day.