That campus is a mad house. Why do we have to pick you up on campus?

God's Boys will be good boys! Couldn't we just pick you up somewhere across the street or something? Perhaps seeing that many young people make me feel old. Well, anyway, we drove around that little circle about 10 times and your father was happy to do it. I, on the otherhand was getting stir crazy. Have a little compassion on your mother's poor nerves. to quote Pride and Prejudices mother. Compassion would mean meeting us halfway. Somewhere off campus, I said the tattoo parlor was an option. Your father thinks that is gross. Well for now I will get used to watching a bunch of post adolescence walking in syncapation and a beat or rhythm that I am not privy to yet. I love you, so I will do it. Mommy.

Fixing your mouth to say yes to mother!

God's Boys will be good boys! "Son, would you please take the garbage outside and rebag it?" "No." I am not used to that from you. You are usually respectful and dutiful, without encouragements to do so. No explanation, no maam or other southern softening of the no. Just a plain no. I really didn't say anything and I won't say anything, unless it happens again. Disrespect of women, by men is a grievous thing. Disrespect of elders is an upsetting thing for a mother to bear to the throne of grace. I know that God can and will take care of your soul and correct your behavior, now that you are a man. That is not really my job. God's corrections can be very, very strong. I am learning to respond to the initial reproofs, before God has to pick my feet up and put them on the right path. I pray the former for you and not the latter. None but Jesus can do helpless sinners good and I am glad that his heart is toward us in our deepest need. I am praying for you, son!