Hello everyone, please pardon the frequent blog posts. I just ate some hash brown potatoes with cheese and sour cream and it was great. And I drank sparkling grape juice. It was like a holiday meal.
I also sent a text to a friend who fell, and her two kids, which are pretty much my age. It was weird because I cut my thumb a little bit on the aluminum foil on the grape juice and that reminded me to send a message. Another thing that is weird is I always used to pray for that same person years a long time ago as a mentally ill person and I would imagine how had she cut her hand on a knife during another fall. And just an hour ago I found out that Swiss Colony where my favorite holiday gifts are from used to be the company called Montgomery Ward, which I also used to pray for retroactively in a mentally ill way. I used to pray for that store all the time, from my memory, even though it was gone. Like the store had closed ten years before I started praying for everyone there. I pray for that mall still and JB White department store.
So that is interesting, probably tmi, but some of my mental illness prayer life is actually better than the way I always talk about prayer too much now. But it is an interesting thing that has happened and I wish I could help more praying people see what potential there is for a life defining prayer habit. I mean it is so fun, and it can help people you have no access to and never will.
So anyway I feel much better today, and am happy about the memes. Really it is very finite what I have shared this year, and I could not have done it without the support of several hundred thousand people online. Their witness might even be stronger and braver, so that is a cool sign of how God works.
Anyway, that is enough. That is what I was just talking about, was yapping too much.
I mean the thing about praying for Mrs. Jackson is not that weird, but it was on my mind as out of the ordinary because something happened with our youth group which was that it faded some after a youth director left, and my friend Taryn actually wrote me and was sad about it, and then our later interactions were when I visited her after her dad died, and her mom visited me after I had a manic episode. And I haven't done that many church visits like that, and it is just interesting. I mean what does it mean. It overlaps with the mission trips that I was persecuted out of, yet possibly had my share already.
So anyway, the dream about my sister was good and I need to ask myself if I stress her out erroneously. I think some of it is her perception and narrative. And I did what I was supposed to. But I know I have paranoia now about all of my real sufferings and persecutions. So that is interesting. It is a topic I am interested in, is how psychosis tells the truth.
Well, that is all everyone, just when you thought this blog is always a play by play of normal eatings and sleepings. Thanks everyone. You guys think I pray for everyone but you but it is not true okay.