Christ_empowered
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My parents drink a lot. I'm praying for them to cool it with the booze, maybe even quit completely. I'm hoping+praying that retirement will change their drinking habits for the better.
There's still distance between me and my parents, but less. Its strange...when we were extremely distant, I'd obviously had too much electroshock (involuntary), so I was oblivious. Now, I've "recovered from treatment," we're a lot closer, and...because I'm not oblivious, the remaining distance bothers me. Things --are-- much, much better, and I praise God (!!!!!!!!). My dad will actually talk to me and joke a little bit, and I can tell they care about me. My mother will, for the 1st time ever, talk now and then about her life growing up and other experiences.
The beach trip was awesome. I think they see God's work in my life more clearly than I do. Not that I'm some sort of Saint or anything, just...I was wretched (how wretched, I don't know...did I mention the shock?!?!) and now I'm remarkably normal, albeit flawed.
I actually care about other people, starting with my parents. I got my mama a salad from the QT today. I can actually go --into-- the QT, which is huge, because I had so much fear of man before that I just did drive thru Dunkin Donuts all the time.
God is good. People...mostly aren't, not really. I wasn't. Now, I'm better, and there's a lot of good in me, because of Christ.
Thanks, as always, for your prayers.
There's still distance between me and my parents, but less. Its strange...when we were extremely distant, I'd obviously had too much electroshock (involuntary), so I was oblivious. Now, I've "recovered from treatment," we're a lot closer, and...because I'm not oblivious, the remaining distance bothers me. Things --are-- much, much better, and I praise God (!!!!!!!!). My dad will actually talk to me and joke a little bit, and I can tell they care about me. My mother will, for the 1st time ever, talk now and then about her life growing up and other experiences.
The beach trip was awesome. I think they see God's work in my life more clearly than I do. Not that I'm some sort of Saint or anything, just...I was wretched (how wretched, I don't know...did I mention the shock?!?!) and now I'm remarkably normal, albeit flawed.
I actually care about other people, starting with my parents. I got my mama a salad from the QT today. I can actually go --into-- the QT, which is huge, because I had so much fear of man before that I just did drive thru Dunkin Donuts all the time.
God is good. People...mostly aren't, not really. I wasn't. Now, I'm better, and there's a lot of good in me, because of Christ.
Thanks, as always, for your prayers.