When the devil comes knocking who can resist opening that door even if it is just to peek out and see who it is. Yesterday morning I swung the door wide open and a fight soon occurred.

My morning turned into a chaotic mess and the rest of the day had aftershocks tremble through me like I was San Francisco. A day of inner struggles fought with grace from a higher source was a glimpse of madness I found inside.

As it was Mothers Day, I wanted to honor a loving person that showed grace throughout her life, but it wasn’t to be. All that my muse would bring forth was dark, sorrowful words which had nothing to do with my mother but rather my sons mother.

I am not here to trash her today however but to explain to myself how this happened. What trigger brought this on? Why couldn’t I shake it off? I started the morning in a great cheerful mood but before the first cup of divine beans dissolved into consumable coffee the devil had arrived inside the altered mind.

I still have no idea why this came about or any clue on how to avoid it in the future, but one thing is clear, I missed sharing the love I have for [in my opinion] the most beautiful, gracious, talented and loving person I have ever met.

As I stood at the sink doing dishes last night the argument in my mind came to a boiling point. I asked the Lord to help me and told the devil in no uncertain terms to “leave me alone and get behind me.” Guess what, it worked. I instantly felt a cloud lift from me, I smiled. feeling that rush of joy replacing the shitty mood I was in.

A day late and a dollar short I want to say “I love you mom, rest in peace”.

May/25 ©www.dawgydaddyresponds,org