Sunday Post 472

 Good afternoon! Firstly, today I've been hard @ work plodding 1975 steps; secondly, john Piper's daily devotional topi  from last night's 'What Kinda Prayer Pleases God?'; thirdly, TWFT topic's 'The Huddle'; fourthly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'Fixing Go-Carts'; fifthly, the final, final spam count for the week's actually fifteen and sixthly, the spam count for the weekend's just four but seventhly and way most importantly, I'm really still owed ONE HOUR and EIGHT MINUTES online after Kathryn minds me for two hours!! Anyways, events for today?

• Yay, 6th consecutive awesome consecutive sleep last night! Nature didn't call until 6:45am and after one pot :P trip I immediately fell back asleep since I knew I'd haveta get up in less than one hour!
• Around 7:30am dad lets himself into my room, kisses me good morning, gives me some eye goo and then leaves the crop top for wearing. For some reason, it's more difficult than last time, but hey, I manage. Then I give myself fifteen more minutes before getting the rest of myself mostly  independently kitted. While doing so, I spend ten minutes beginning a mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me with the patience, perseverance, strength and endurance I need to get through today with, giving PIG mum all the pleasure, all the satisfaction and just suffering for her whenever she decided that only she can be happy and/or satisfied. It doesn't sound very fair, but she's taught me through her actions, if not through her words, that it's enough she's happy and/or satisfied, and I guess whenever that happens, I've just got to grit my teeth and endure. >< *sigh*
• Dad comes back to help  with Elf's AFO and both laces, before I head over to the bathroom and  brush  teeth. That done, I sit over the loo for one tinkle, wash and dry Era then walk myself  slowly and safely out to the  gobbling :P table, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting him push me over.
• Breakfast is one bowl of Weet-Bix porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast lightly smeared with avocado and very lightly sprinkled with salt, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P and half a mug of warm Milo. Over breakfast, I spent another ten minutes continuing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me get through today okay. I find it's exceedingly important to constantly remind the cruel and unfaithful God that He has no bearing  on  my good day whatsoever, that I am perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him, because my good day's dependent on my own good attitude. If only God would remember that ... *sigh* He created the phrase 'live and let live', so why the heck can't He lemme live the free, independent life that I deserve? Okay, fair enough, we all only deserve death because of Him, but why can't He just lemme live the life that nearly everyone else gets to live?? *sigh*
• After breakfast, I walk myself slowly and safely back to the bathroom, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting him push me over. There, I do a stinky unspeakable, also leaning fully against the side rail and finishing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel. Remember, however the cruel and unfaithful God tries to make my day bad for me, I won't let that affect me because my good day has NOTHING to do with Him; I'm perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him. See, my good day's dependent on my own good attitude!
• After washing and drying Era, I climb into the backseat of the PIG mum's 4WD and buckle my seatbelt. Dad tootles us off to church, parking underneath the main hall.

• After hiking up the ramp the ramp that dad built, I use the loo once and then grab my usual spot for service.
• Yay, I got to stay seated for worship again  today. I sang everythingf, plus the harmony for three songs but like every other week, meant absolutely NOTHING. >< *sigh*
• Speaker today was someone called Nick; his sermon was from Nehemiah.
• After service, Aggie's mum came and gave me this adorable little swelling (say 'joong' in Canto)!
• Dad eventually arrived, I used the loo again myself and then grabbed a seat @ the back of the building.
• Uncle James wandered over for a chat about para table tennis!
• Dad and I munched an early lunch @ Hungry Jack's, getting home just after midday.
• Kathryn's minding me from 2-4/5pm.
• Dad had better take us out somewhere yummy for dinner tonight!
• Toms: Rebecca's minding me from 9-2; hopefully dad'll lemme buy books from the Lifeline Bookfest!
• Don't have any plans after she leaves; fingers crossed IU can read for one hour and watch the 6pm news bulletin for the 95TH time.
• Anyways, hopefully bbl else wishing everyone a smashing week ahead!
  Cheers,
  Em. ^^