Just a few posts ago, I wrote about the trouble I was having with my most challenging child. I wrote about whether I didn't know if our approach was the right one. Well, yesterday I had such a victory with him that I was utterly convinced that it was God - I knew it was Henry's daily Rosary that made the difference. N had had a good Monday and had started off Tuesday pretty well. I don't remember what happened, but it made him mad. He got instantaneously belligerent. He was rude to me. He was disrespectful to me. On many days, I would have sent him straight to his room because I just wouldn't want to deal with it. Too much strife. Yesterday, however, had started off so good, and I wanted so much for it to continue, that I talked him through it. I waited for him to come around...and he did. So quickly. He morphed back again into my sweet son, the one I so enjoy being with.
Do you ever have those times when you can feel almost tangibly the presence of God? That was my moment yesterday.