I wrote a post on Facebook a while a go (probably a few weeks ago) and deleted it because it got no 'likes' and I was convinced no one cared. Anyway, I wanted to copy it down on this blog so you'll have a glimpse inside how my mind works: (or doesn't) Simple things end up being very complicated things due to my anxiety. For instance, making a cup of soup in my mug to sip quietly at my desk during lunch time. Simple. I open the packet, pour the contents in, add boiling water, stir. Carry my mug back to my desk. DONE. This is what actually happened: I walked into the kitchen. I ripped open the soup packet. Phew. All good so far. "Hi Janet!" a male member of staff walks in and smiles as he greets me. He's unfamiliar to me, so my mind is racing - trying to place his name so I can return his greeting. I'm now tightly gripping the packet in my hand. My palms are starting to sweat and my heart has started racing - "What is this guy's
Father God, Thank you. Thank you for every blessing in my life. Please help me to see the small blessings and to always hope for the big ones. My life is in your hands. Amen xx