I started this day looking through old prayer journals from this time last year. So many things have changed. I’m comforted to say that most of them have been positive changes. As this year comes to a close, I intend to dissect the items I spelled out as goals last year to see what I need to work on in 2014. 

One of those areas where I continually drop the ball is by not turning to God when the kids are boneheads. My behavior today really highlighted this shortcoming. This afternoon we went out to eat as a family. We had a great time, but there was a damper on the mood because Cole couldn’t join us. His blood sugar was really high overnight; instead of getting up and getting it under control, he laid in bed all morning and it just got worse and worse. By the time I realized what was going on, he was fully sick. Cole is eighteen, he and Kyle have had diabetes since they were two. I was (am) so irritated at him, and I chewed him out pretty good. I realize that my anger comes from pride and faithlessness. Maybe I should say fear and faithlessness. I’m just so worried about him. I have to stop counting it as a personal failure every time they go through this. (He’s doing better now, but he is still severely dehydrated. We will probably be sitting in the ER at some point tonight.)