Happy Birthday to me

I was sitting down to the computer to play the payday shuffle and the sun started to come up. I guess that means it is officially my birthday. Mom told me she watched the sun come up in the delivery room. So then I start to ponder whether anyone in my house will remember and start to feel slightly sorry for myself. I logged into my Yahoo doll group and the top post is a special friend that I met in Ohio saying Happy Birthday to me. Yep, God uses everyone in your life, even online friends.

I feel better, the sunrise is shining in on me, and all the kids are contented at the moment. Now is the time to go and get my bible and see what God has to say to me today. I think what I need to do is then print out a verse and put it on the microwave or somewhere else prominent so I remember at 2 o'clock when I am ready to pull my hair out.

Let me just put in a disclaimer here. I am happy with my life, this blog is all about the moments when it is either therapy (too expensive), running away (too juvenile), or resorting to the fetal position (scares the kids). When I need to just let off the steam, and rant for awhile. Keeps me from smacking someone. I use to say "therapy or bubble wrap, you choose" but now bubble wrap is like a precious commodity. So, blog it out of your system.

theoretical theological question

How do you forgive someone who refuses to admit that they did something wrong? If you are put in a position where you know someone did something despicable, but no one can prove it and they claim it didn't happen, how do you get closure? I tried reading "Forgiving the dead man walking" to get some perspective. She has some very valid points, but how about when the person who wrongs you is not viewed any differently by anyone else because no one else knows? What about when you have to see that person almost every day of your life? What about when other members of your family don't believe that person did anything wrong? What about when they say flat out that you are the one lying?
I don't know what the answers are, I can only guess that what I learn from the experience will someday help me reach out to someone else in a similar situation. I try to remember what Gary said in Sunday school. The things like this that happen are the times when you are "building your witness". Maybe some day I will write a book on the situation since I couldn't find one to help me figure it out. God has a plan that is bigger than me. God has a plan that is bigger than my family. God has a plan even for the person who wronged my family. ... I hate rationalizing,