Journey Beyond Survival

Today at church services  the teacher read a small story . It was about heart transplants.  How the body has antibodies that attack the new foreign heart and the beneficiary of the heart needed to take immune-suppressant medicines for the rest of their life. From her story, the teacher pointed out that it was amazing that the patients grew complacent in their check-ups and medicines.  Then she quoted the following from our scripture: Alma 5: 12-14, 26   12 And according to his faith there was a mighty  a change  wrought in his  heart . Behold I say unto you that this is all true.   13 And behold, he  a preached  the word unto your fathers, and a mighty  change  was also wrought in their  hearts , and they humbled themselves and put their  b trust  in the true and c living  God. And behold, they were faithful until the  d end ; therefore they were saved.   14 And now behold, I ask of...

I am teaching once again today at church .  This month the topic is kind of personal to me.  Well, it seems they always are personal to me.  I think I learn more preparing the lesson than anybody ever does sitting out in the audience.  I teach once a month and my subject matter is chosen for me.  It's a talk-or sermon-given at our semi-annual global conference that has been selected for me to teach about.  I've always loved those global conferences. Today, the topic is  scriptures .  I agree completely that the scriptures are wonderful.  I know that roughly a fifth of my commenter friends are agnostic or atheist.  I don't wish to alienate you all in any way, but I am proud to say that you are all very tolerant and magnanimous.  I appreciate you indulging me today. I've had a problem with scriptures since my psychosis.  I am religious.  There was a time when it was ninety percent of who I was.  I literally cannot ...

Hey! Happy Easter Sunday to you. What are you doing here? Get back to family. You don't? You could do what I'm doing today. My Church family . Or, here are my favorite inspirational moments inspired by my Church. The Value of Daughters of God Shortcuts to Blessings What the heck is a Mormon? Aside from someone who says "heck" a Mormon has horns on their head, and has a bajillion wives. Or, you could find out what I really believe here What the Heck . It could be a good thing to do on Sunday. AND Easter. But, it's no skin off my nose. Really. Tell me about what you believe! Or, tell me about your family. I love to hear about you all! *photo by Nedieth*

To the Net Weight it May Concern: Due to current flight restrictions we need to cut ties with at least 20 pounds. The following pounds listed below will be dismissed effective immediately. To the remaining 32 pounds, consider this your eviction notice. You can either leave voluntarily right away, or be forcibly removed within the upcoming months. Pounds 222.6-217 The FURLOUGH pounds. You told me it was cheaper to eat crap. You made me feel guilty for not eating treats from the people helping my family. You whispered I failed when we couldn't buy Christmas. I've got news for you: you were wrong. We're STRONGER, more hopeful, and happier. You have no right to squat on the edge of my consciousness anymore. There's no such thing as squatters' rights in psychological warfare. Pounds 216-211 The MOURNING pounds. You made life livable without spending months in bed. You paid for my inability to talk through the HELL I was going through. You aren't so many, ...

Something important to me in starting this whole deal is to be more in control of myself. You know, I can't control others but I can control myself. The Serenity Prayer. I want to be more patient. Yesterday, I was a witch. I was tired of a messy dirty house, and my family 'taking advantage' of me being swamped. They should be taking up my slack, not capitalizing on the avalanche. So I whisked around the house as quickly as if I'd had a broom. I criticized and nagged. I snapped and harped. You know how it is. Or hopefully not. My point is that I want to do better. Okay, so maybe patient is a bit much for me to shoot for at the moment. I want to be respectful. Civil. Yes, that would be a definite improvement. I want to be civil while asking for what I need. I want to be respectful while I repeatedly make it my full time job to train Chiclets to do their chores. Okay. Maybe, it's just the desire to believe for now. What are your tricks for not bein...

Hubbend is Home!! We shall go to church. Then we shall roll up into a cocoon. We may never ever forever come out.

I ate on plan. I took scrupulous care of myself. Which is to say that I did so much better than BEFORE that I don't really care it wasn't quite good enough. Church services were good, they renewed my resolve. I snuggled down in the comforter and watched Hulu. BEFORE I would have soldiered on. My whole family and house would have been sorry. I nursed my cramps that TOM gave me, and cuddled with Beansprout. I put Chickadee to sleep by holding her tight. I fought with my hubbend and family in the morning. I apologized and they let me in again before it set and hardened. Headache notwithstanding, it has been a good day. I'm determined to continue. I will be healthy emotionally, physically, and in my relationship with food.

I am going to church today. Then I am going to stay home and snuggle read to Miss THANG draw for Beansprout kiss my hubbend I will help Chickadee be quiet for services. Then I will let her explode with obnoxious abandon. We will eat good things. We will nap. I love Sunday.

Someone said once that, "meaningful morning prayer is an important element in the spiritual creation of each day." What that means to me is that thinking, praying, or meditating in the beginning of our day is going to help us have a better day. What I plan on happening and think about happening helps create what I want out of a day. I know that I have a better day if I am awake before my kids are. It gives me an advantage. There is nothing worse that waking up to restless natives circling my bed. If I'm up, I'm more prepared. Also, If I'm already up there is no chance of sabotage with wet things. Wet little bodies, washcloths, jammies: all have been flung in my face. If I think about my plan for the day I'm good. If I pray about my day, I'm usually golden. Not that bad things don't happen if I pray. Look at my life! It's just I'm better able to handle whatever happens. Meditation really helps as well, it is relaxing. I don't s...