There are just sometimes that Grandpa is not in the best of moods.
Tuesday night he got really mad that I didn't take him to church.
Now, he doesn't attend our church and when he has
he loves to sing (Oh, how the Sister Missionaries were giggling one week!)
but complains about how noisy our congregation is compared with his.
He wouldn't get off of this and just went on and on, not being convinced
that it wasn't me but his wife that didn't take him.
Nope.
Sleep finally got him and he woke up in the best of moods. Yay!
There was another incident on Wednesday night I won't go into
because it was about an illegal activity that I couldn't support.
It is hard sometimes to look on the bright side while in the midst of
turmoil. A day later it doesn't seem nearly a bad. And when
he wakes up and says, "I'm glad you are here!"
It makes it all worth it.



