My day started yesterday with a scheduled settelment conference for my divorce. When the other lawyer doesn't show up, though, it's hard to get anything accomplished. However, the judge did order that the ex cannot drive the kids anywhere due to his revoked license. Of course if you have a revoked license, not driving should be obvious. But that's not the kind of person I'm dealing with.
Although I'm glad he has to abide by the law while my kids are with him, this new restriction places more of a burden on me. Since he can't take them to school, they came home last night instead of staying with him. It worked out well because Grace had dress rehearsal this morning and wanted my assistance with her hair and make up. The down side to this arrangement was having to leave my mom to finish the stage for the play so I could be home when they got there last night. Also, Alex hadn't done his homework and left both his phone and school uniform at his dads. When I called his dad to see if I could get his stuff, he blamed his driving situation on me and proceeded to call me some pretty awful names before hanging up on me. No one can get me worked up like him. I was fuming. But more than anything, I was stressed out. I was trying to run lines with Grace, help Alex with his homework, get the girls ready for bed and get a shower myself. It was already 10 pm and the end was no where in sight.
I took a few minutes and sent a message to the closest ladies in my life. I often forget how amazing it is to have such a good support network.
After some much needed encouragement from them and a good cry, I finished what needed to be done, put off what I could and got some sleep. I've been having strange dreams lately, but can never remember them the next morning. Last night, I woke up to what sounded like my dad yelling my name. I was kind of panicky because I could have sworn I locked the front door. I laid in bed for a minute and realized I must have been dreaming. I tried to listen to see if I heard anymore, but there was nothing.
The more I think about it today, the more I wonder if it wasn't really God calling me in a familiar voice. I know I've been carrying a lot the last few weeks, and there was something calming about hearing that voice call my name.
Although I'll probably never know what has been going on in my subconscious, I do know that I have to put my life in God's hands. God always provides.
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