happy that I thought enough of The Other Person to call my mama and tell her I'm praying for+wishing her well (she has upcoming medical tests...today, actually). She responded...OK, I guess. LOL. Most parents wouldn't have done as much as they have, much less kept on supporting me (long story...).
I'm thankful for my parents, my apartment, my health, my intelligence (not a super genius, but I no longer have obvious brain damage and all kinds of cognitive problems...), and my imperfect, but growing, love of and faith in Christ Jesus.
I'm also thankful that The Lord has blessed my parents' finances. It isn't just about what they can get me or do for me...it really is about them, too. They worked hard. Even though they have secure jobs, people have tried to get them fired (long story...southern town nonsense, basically). God saw the through! Mama even retired, at long last. Dad may very well retire in the not so distant future, and...from what he's told me...they'll be comfy, financially.
I see my shrink today. I'm thankful for disability, which -completely- covers the sessions and brings my 2 psych drugs in at a low, low copay. Oh, and...I can actually tolerate the heavy-hitter, an 'atypical' tranquilizer. I once had facial tics and such (tardive dyskinesia)...I don't now. Antioxidants and b-vitamins may or may not have actually helped with that, but...basically, The Lord set me free from a whole, whole, whole lotta bondage and oppression and general darkness.
I spoke to Verna at length last night. I'm thankful that I'm a real friend to her now, not just somebody she took pity on and kept in touch with, despite all my flaws (and I am thankful). Obviously, we're very different people, but...as I've grown in Christ, our bond has grown, even though...I"m 34, she's in her 70s, and we somehow inhabit very different worlds, even though we're both Southerners.
OK. That's about it from me.