Christ_empowered
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over 9 years into -truly knowing Jesus- (not to go all Calvinist on this, but...even now, I feel like it was more His doing than mine, honestly...), I gotta say...
blessed beyond measure. That's saying a lot, because "the way the world works," I'd pretty much be in a state hospital. true story.
so, I prayed a good bit for more gratitude. Sometimes, I'd even pray for "an attitude of gratitude," because...catchy...
and now? --getting there, by His grace--
a cousin sent me an email, to see how I'm doing. I was thankful. I wrote out a decent sized reply...not overly emo, but he is a minister and ministry person, so I tried to hit the high points, complete with the verses I reflect upon most frequently.
dad dropped by my place today. -sigh- it does seem the upstairs neighbors have -another- untended leak in their bathroom, right above mine. --not good- at all. its rented out, and the last time this happened was a couple of years ago, and...
I don't really keep track of who the people living there are, but...I get definite -not welcome- vibes from them. these are the people who stomp and talk loudly about "he needs to be committed to the state hospital!," that kind of junk. -ugh-
most people in this community either own the unit they live in or a family member owns it. the hoa is supposed to cap the % of units that are being rented out, at any given time. I'm glad about that. not that I'm suddenly "too good" for renters (LOL), but...
I dunno. there does seem to be a difference, honestly. its strange, because I think a leak in their apartment would be...the owner's responsibility, by law. so...I don't understand why this is happening -again- (I think maybe a different person up there?), when they're renting. the last time...
thankfully, my parents didn't say anything to me until -after- the fact, but...there was tension, a dude upstairs tried to start trouble, and...why? then there was tension, more so than before. now, I'm just...dreading it. there was a plastic bottle, deliberately left in my outside planter the other day, and...
ugh. minor thing, in and of itself. just...I live -right here- , you know? and they live -right there- . does not seem like a good way to treat long-term neighbors, at all. ever. or maybe its just me?
but..gratitude. dad came by. and he's overall pleased with my recovery or...whatever one calls it. God is Love. God is Good. Sunday dinner later, I'm excited.
I'm also...healthy. like...normal, in many, possibly all, respects. no major concentration problems, good skin, surprisingly good hair, bright eyes and good appetite and generally normal, sound sleep (neither an excess nor a lack...), and...
yeah. to me, this raises the fairly obvious question: how many of my "symptoms" were rooted in poor -physical- health that the shrinks just "treated" with their "miracle meds" ? hmmm...and, the bigger issue: how many -physically unwell- people are labeled and drugged by the shrinks? -shudder-
yeah. gratitude. healthy, good parents, good relationship with my parents. God is Good.
oh, and I'm cooking and baking more than before. I even turned a yellow cake mix into chocolate. Google told me to use milk instead of water, butter instead of oil, add vanilla, add cocoa powder, and then add extra butter. done. and...
yeah, I actually recommend that maneuver, should any of y'all have the need. It turned out moist and genuinely chocolate-y.
more importantly, i baked a pasta dish for my parents and took that over. thankfully, I had some olives in the cabinet that I decided to toss in there. nothing fancy, but...I think the big thing was that a) I'm thinking of them and b) I'm doing more basic, but productive and good thing, on a day to day basis. so...again...God is Good!
and...gratitude...another blessing, from God, Himself.
blessed beyond measure. That's saying a lot, because "the way the world works," I'd pretty much be in a state hospital. true story.
so, I prayed a good bit for more gratitude. Sometimes, I'd even pray for "an attitude of gratitude," because...catchy...
and now? --getting there, by His grace--
a cousin sent me an email, to see how I'm doing. I was thankful. I wrote out a decent sized reply...not overly emo, but he is a minister and ministry person, so I tried to hit the high points, complete with the verses I reflect upon most frequently.
dad dropped by my place today. -sigh- it does seem the upstairs neighbors have -another- untended leak in their bathroom, right above mine. --not good- at all. its rented out, and the last time this happened was a couple of years ago, and...
I don't really keep track of who the people living there are, but...I get definite -not welcome- vibes from them. these are the people who stomp and talk loudly about "he needs to be committed to the state hospital!," that kind of junk. -ugh-
most people in this community either own the unit they live in or a family member owns it. the hoa is supposed to cap the % of units that are being rented out, at any given time. I'm glad about that. not that I'm suddenly "too good" for renters (LOL), but...
I dunno. there does seem to be a difference, honestly. its strange, because I think a leak in their apartment would be...the owner's responsibility, by law. so...I don't understand why this is happening -again- (I think maybe a different person up there?), when they're renting. the last time...
thankfully, my parents didn't say anything to me until -after- the fact, but...there was tension, a dude upstairs tried to start trouble, and...why? then there was tension, more so than before. now, I'm just...dreading it. there was a plastic bottle, deliberately left in my outside planter the other day, and...
ugh. minor thing, in and of itself. just...I live -right here- , you know? and they live -right there- . does not seem like a good way to treat long-term neighbors, at all. ever. or maybe its just me?
but..gratitude. dad came by. and he's overall pleased with my recovery or...whatever one calls it. God is Love. God is Good. Sunday dinner later, I'm excited.
I'm also...healthy. like...normal, in many, possibly all, respects. no major concentration problems, good skin, surprisingly good hair, bright eyes and good appetite and generally normal, sound sleep (neither an excess nor a lack...), and...
yeah. to me, this raises the fairly obvious question: how many of my "symptoms" were rooted in poor -physical- health that the shrinks just "treated" with their "miracle meds" ? hmmm...and, the bigger issue: how many -physically unwell- people are labeled and drugged by the shrinks? -shudder-
yeah. gratitude. healthy, good parents, good relationship with my parents. God is Good.
oh, and I'm cooking and baking more than before. I even turned a yellow cake mix into chocolate. Google told me to use milk instead of water, butter instead of oil, add vanilla, add cocoa powder, and then add extra butter. done. and...
yeah, I actually recommend that maneuver, should any of y'all have the need. It turned out moist and genuinely chocolate-y.
more importantly, i baked a pasta dish for my parents and took that over. thankfully, I had some olives in the cabinet that I decided to toss in there. nothing fancy, but...I think the big thing was that a) I'm thinking of them and b) I'm doing more basic, but productive and good thing, on a day to day basis. so...again...God is Good!
and...gratitude...another blessing, from God, Himself.