Sunday Post 443

 Good afternoon! Firstly, today I've been hard @ work plodding 1268 steps; secondly, John Piper's daily devotional topic from last night's 'God-Given Foes And God-Given Faith'; thirdly, TWFT topic's 'Expect Good' and fourthly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'United @ Last' but fifthly and way most importantly, I'm really still owed ONE HOUR and HIRTY-THREE MINUTES online Verena minds later!! Anyways, events for today?

• Yay, 2nd consecutive awesome sleep last night! Like yesterday, nature didn't call until 7:05am and after one pot :P trip I immediately tried to fall back asleep before dearest dad came and woke me!
• Success: I fell back asleep again and didn't wake again until dad gave one single *thump* upstairs and then I spent the ten minutes till 7:30am 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
• Dad comes to gimme the eye goo and does up the bra strap for me but for some reason today I'm clunky and can't get it on?? >< @ least I've struggled into the crop top; any support (however little's) better than none @ all.
• Dad comes back to finish with my footwear before I head over to the bathroom and brush teeth. After sitting over the loo for one tinkle, I wash and dry Era and 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 three dry (no honey) Weet-Bix (but yay it's not just two even though I'm not doing any physio today) with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast very lightly spread with avocado (but unfortunately not sprinkled with salt), all my usual drugs :P 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 loo, 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. Dad tootles us off to church and parks outside the service hall. I haul myself up the ramp, use the disabled toilet once myself and grab my usual spot for service. Dad heads upstairs for CSS, and I note it's only 8:45am.
• Yay I get to stay seated for worship today. I sing everything, plus the harmony for three songs but like every other week, meant absolutely NOTHING. >< *sigh*
• Speaker today was Peter Pie with his second sermon from his series 'We are Em'. 
• Service only ended seven minutes early today because Peter Pir was interviewing Thomas!
• When dad came, I used the disabled loo for another tinkle and then sat down @ my usual place since dad said he'd already grabbed morning tea for me.
• While I munched my packet of Arnott's bikkies (one choc chip and one scotch finger) and drank one little cup of white tea that dad had apparently added sugar to, the aunty that's teaching me how to knit came over for a chat; she even brought GreenGreen over to say hi! XD
  Cheers,
  Em. ^^