Touching It

Today I am talking in church. My subject is "Finding Joy in the Present" I think that you are given subjects sometimes because you need a good reminder. You need to remember or study certain things. Since I have found out that I would be talking on this, life has been more than frustrating. The latest... as I am in my bathroom getting ready, Carter is arguing with me about anything and everything. He has been in his room, and has already made the run of fear as Chet chased him to his room for speaking to me innappropriatly. As soon as Chet left for his meetings, Carter starts yapping again. I told him to sit on my bed and not touch anyone. Next thing I know he is hitting the pulls for my light and ceiling fan. I told him to stop touching those as I see my fan swaying from side to side. While looking in my mirror, I can see him getting ready to hit the pull again, this time with his book. I turned around and yelled that he better not touch it again. He looked and me and said, "Mom! I am not physically touching it. My book is. You just said not to touch it!" and was looking at me like he really should be ok. It took every bit of restraint I have. Chet swears that our boys will be lawyers some day. They twist words until they don't even mean close to the same thing. And I think that they fully believe what they are saying. Needless to say, Carter will pay for his little punk attitude. And I will continue to try with EVERYTHING in me to have the spirit of "finding joy in the present!"