Good afternoon! Firstly, today I've been hard @ work plodding 1448 steps; secondly, John Piper's daily devotional topic from last night's 'The Lion And The Lamb'; thirdly, TWFT topic's "A Father's Blessing (2)" and fourthly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'When Believing Is Seeing' but fifthly and way most importantly, I'm really still owed ONE HOUR online after Verena minds me for two hours!! Anyways, events for today?
- What better way to start September and Spring than with an awesome sleep last night? :D Nature didn't call until 7:10am, when dad surprisingly thumped around upstairs; soon, he's let himself into my room to gimme some eye goo; he also left the crop top on my bed, saying put it on and I'll help you with the rest.
- I skipped giving myself fifteen more minutes since PIG mum hadn't practised this with me and I wasn't sure I could do it; I did, but not before dad had asked twice are you done yet? No, I screeched back. Don't come in; I'm not properly dressed yet! 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* Actually,
since PIG mum’s overseas holidaying, I’m using the time to recharge my mental
batteries and prepare for another year with her @ the helm! XD
Breakfast is one bowl of surprisingly delicious instant porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast, all my usual drugs and one full mug of water. 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 toilet, 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 car and buckle my seatbelt (ahat I do all day). Dad tootles us off to church and parks outside the hall. I haul myself up the ramp, use the disabled loo for one tinkle and then grab my usual spot for service.
Yay I get to stay seated for worship today. I sing everything, plus the harmony for all four songs but like every other week, meant absolutely NOTHING. >< *sigh*
Speaker today was some called Nick; his sermon topic was Weakness Is The Way.
Service ended nineteen minutes early today; I chatted with Aunty A until dad came to pick me up.
After using the disabled loo for another tinkle, I grabbed a pack of bikkies and then sat @ the table dad had setup for Walk The Wall.
Today I asked random uncles and aunties to sponsor me; I also thanked Uncle Peter for sponsoring me~
Afterwards, dad tootled us off to Hungry Jack's for lunch. I had a chicken royale (the smallest chicken burger that only has lettuce) and exactly ten chips. Actually, dad only gave me seven but when I griped @ him for being mean he gave me three more. XD
Back home, I use the loo for one tinkle and then walk myself slowly and safely back online, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting him push me over.
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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