My God stuff thinkings

At the school camp I returned from, I was challenged with having to ignore my natural response to a fellow camping father, who had laid a formal complaint against my husband two months ago. The situation was resolved as my husband was in the right, naturally, however I was the person who dealt with the man over the phone and was the reason the complaint was laid in the first place. It should have been laid against me…

I had followed all procedures and policies as a professional, but I could not satisfy this man’s request. I had no experience with such a situation and went directly to the Manager, as my husband was fully booked with clients.

Feeling the stress when the complaint came through a week later, and waiting to hear from the Council that the man’s request was irrational and a matter for the Family Court took weeks. I have felt the weight these last months that my husband’s name came under scrutiny over an issue he initially had no knowledge of.

This was only resolved two weeks ago when the man received a letter from the Council in the mail, which would have made him very angry!

Meeting this man at the camp (his son is in my daughter’s class) was a little nerve-wracking at first. I smiled and acknowledged him, and waited for him to recognize who I was after the introductions (we had only spoken on the phone for a combined period of 45minutes and never met).

He remained aloof from the group for the entire first day.

Naturally, I felt a little uncomfortable.

For his part, I knew he thought he had a serious case to complain about, and it regarded his son. I read both letters he had written and felt the anger and control this man exhibited. He was rather manipulative over the phone and since learned he was a man who is calculated in every dealing. Unfortunately his marriage was dissolved and his new partner was a lawyer - and this man comes from big money.

His choice of vehicle for our country camp was a pristine white beautiful sports car.

I was intimidated to say the least.

God heard all my internal pleas for help whenever I began to choke. He was gracious even to turn a small miracle by the end.

The gentle laughter and fun kitchen atmosphere with all my willing helpers, perhaps made him feel he was missing something. Then he offered to help me pack my trailer the next morning out of the blue. Nothing was mentioned but we had some serious eye contact that spoke past our issues.

He must have understood from me, that though he had hurt me and my husband those last few months, there was no hard feelings. He seemed to be saying to me through his actions that he was satisfied and would rise above this as well.

He volunteered to be the main kitchen cleaner on the last day’s big tidy up. I was able to order him around all I wanted and we knew we had a truce in place.


Do you think we do this with God?


I have held Him to ransom so many times, requesting something that He just would not budge on; only to be loved into reason, and recognition of the law, through watching His continued and unbending support in every other area of my life. This is when I bring all my conniving ways before Him and look Him in the eyes and realize there is no offense there – only a knowledge of what is best.

I call it truce with Him often. In fact, I try now to just run with His policies in the first place. God is GOOD.


I am so grateful to Him for sorting out this background stress for me, in such a simple and pleasurable way. He answers and cares, guys. Believe it!

Latest comments

08.10 | 03:59

Kylie, I would be delighted to have my name as a side character in your next book. I am telling anyone who will listen that they too must read The Book of Told.

08.10 | 03:42

Thank you SOOO much, Carol, for your encouragement! I would love to use your name as a side character in the prequel! Much blessings to you!

08.10 | 02:43

For the first time in many years I have found a book that I didn't want to put down. I wanted to just continue reading to find out where the story was going.

05.10 | 18:11

so so nice