I was reading in the Bible this morning about hope. The verses I read stated:
"The Lord's love never ends;
his mercies never stop.
They are new every morning"
With this on my side I can always look at things one day or moment at a time. God's love for me is unconditional. What more can I ask?
Talked to my psychiatrist today over the phone about my hand terrors. He thought it was because I was reducing my anxiety medicine and not my mood stabilizer. He want me to give it some time to see if it resolves itself before we make anymore medication changes. That seems logical.
I've been real discouraged that my house has not show one time this week. I thought with spring break it would show more. I really need a new start. I still can hardly stand to go into Chris' bedroom. There is stuff I still need to go through. I've done some but there is still so much more to do. The trouble is I set and cry uncontrollably when I try to go through his stuff. I still miss him so.
4 comments:
Yep Wanda, one day at a time, one moment at a time and one minute at a time if need be. Do what you can and let the rest go...it will begin inside with just a seed...
thinking of you and praying for self-acceptance.
I'm sorry to hear about the slip-up. It sounds like we're both having a bit of difficulty with eating this week. But I'm trying to think like you: today is a new day and I will do better. That's an excellent attitude to have.
I think your psychiatrist's idea of waiting a little longer to see if the hand tremors stop is a good one. Hopefully it will resolve itself soon.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed for you that more people come to look at your house. From the pictures you've posted on this blog it really does look fabulous.
Wishing you well,
NOS
Wanda what you experienced was a slip up. God has provided you and all of us a new day. Begin again dear one. ((((Wanda)))
Little steps, lots of forgiveness, each day is a new slate.
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