Maybe it's just my faith life, but a lot of times I am not very surprised by what I read in my Bible. I have had a read-your-Bible in a year, and read it daily (or done my best) since at least 2010, so I have read a lot of the Bible.
I'm not one of those to memorize a lot of verses but some are worth it. At any rate, I would suggest everyone get one of those "Daily Bibles". It's one thing I asked for my birthday, years ago (I wanted a NKJV, Chronological), from my parents, and they got me. A good legacy of faith. The cover is starting to get beat up from all the use.
So, anyway, I'm reading today. I have mixed opinions about Psalms. They are, in my opinion, harder to read. At least now, on my medication.
So I'm reading. They're doing the Psalms of David in numerical order, because, in my Bible, he just died. I got to Psalm 4.
"Be angry, and do not sin.
Meditate within your heart on your bed, and be still. Psalm 4:4 NKJV
Cutting and pasting Bible verses DOES NOT WORK in blogger. I always get my font changed, settings go whacko, and now I have this annoying gray line on my page. Ha. Went to HTML settings and got rid of it.
So, meaningful. I don't know about you, but I tend to think about wrongs done me more when I am at rest (in my bed), than when I am busy doing my daily life.
Someone online just said I was one of those dumb abused women who was going to get beaten to death one day. I don't think Ron could beat me to death. Physically. He might be able to choke or stab me but I don't think he could beat me to death. Could he kill me? Yes.
Could my medication kill me? Yes. My illness kill me? Yes. Could I have an aneurysm ticking away in my head, waiting to kill me? Yes. Could my heart go, since both parents have a history of pretty early onset heart disease? Yes. One of my paratransit drivers could kill me, those suckers run a lot of lights. Anything could kill me, I can't afford to worry about all of them.
Now, if Ron were ablebodied there is no question I would leave him. 1. He would be able to take care of himself. 2. He wouldn't lose the business. and 3. My risk level would be a lot higher.
Contrary to what some readers believe, I'm not stupid.
So I covered all that, hopefully they are educated. The one thing I find most tiresome when I discuss my home life online, is the assumption that I am buying him alcohol. NO, I don't. He has cab drivers do it. He has never had that one cab driver back, the one he gave the $200 tip to. I think he is embarrassed. And he should be, he said horrible things about me, to that man.
The verbal abuse, and watching Ron hurt himself, is a lot worse to me than the threat of something physical "perhaps" happening some time in the future. God gives me what I need to deal, and I know one reader who's going to have an apoplexy over that.
Today I got up late, about 8:30, got on the computer for a while, took a shower, and did my God Time. I ate a snack (some cheese) and took a nap for a few hours. I woke up with a NASTY headache. I get so sick of headaches. I guess it was the cheese. Yellow cheese can do that to me sometimes, and I will have to stick to my "white" cheese sticks I bought the other day.
I took something and asked Ron, who was up, if he wanted to work on the monthly report. He said no. He went back to bed.
Now, on the plus side, he hasn't been complaining about his back much lately. The last couple days, at least. I don't know if that means it's not hurting, or he's just not talking. It could be either.
Torbie was sleeping with him for a while, she was very cute.
I decided to bag up some candy. I got the pinata mix, the pulparindo, and the chili lollipops. I bagged them up with Spanish Scripture booklets. I did 5, then I put all the Spanish candy in one bag and put it on my bookcase. Then I bagged up I don't know how much English candy. At least a dozen, I went until I ran out of Scripture booklets. Actually, the candy is American, not English. I don't believe English candy would be very appealing to my recipients. I put it in a big tote bag and left it on my God Time couch (a loveseat I keep here in the computer room). The couch is pretty cluttered up with bags of candy and such, but I don't mind. There's enough room for me to sit, and that's all that matters.
I don't think Ron would be able to get up off the couch if he did sit on it, so he won't. He's never sat there that I can recall. He mainly just sits in his wheelchair. Bed-wheelchair-toilet-wheelchair-bed again.
I'm hungry, I'm going to go get some dinner and take my pills (which I did up last night). I have a couple of frozen burritos in the freezer, I plan to eat those with a glass of milk. That should hold the medication.
A few times now, I have taken my lithium WITHOUT enough food, and it was ghastly. I had extreme nausea and stabbing stomach pains. I actually considered weight loss surgery a time or two, but I need enough room in my stomach for the food I need to digest my pills. And WLS won't work if you are a snacker, which I am. So I need to just buckle down and regulate my intake so I can get down to a healthy weight.
Low carb is the way to go. I just need to get better low carb foods.
I'm not one of those to memorize a lot of verses but some are worth it. At any rate, I would suggest everyone get one of those "Daily Bibles". It's one thing I asked for my birthday, years ago (I wanted a NKJV, Chronological), from my parents, and they got me. A good legacy of faith. The cover is starting to get beat up from all the use.
So, anyway, I'm reading today. I have mixed opinions about Psalms. They are, in my opinion, harder to read. At least now, on my medication.
So I'm reading. They're doing the Psalms of David in numerical order, because, in my Bible, he just died. I got to Psalm 4.
"Be angry, and do not sin.
Meditate within your heart on your bed, and be still. Psalm 4:4 NKJV
Cutting and pasting Bible verses DOES NOT WORK in blogger. I always get my font changed, settings go whacko, and now I have this annoying gray line on my page. Ha. Went to HTML settings and got rid of it.
So, meaningful. I don't know about you, but I tend to think about wrongs done me more when I am at rest (in my bed), than when I am busy doing my daily life.
Someone online just said I was one of those dumb abused women who was going to get beaten to death one day. I don't think Ron could beat me to death. Physically. He might be able to choke or stab me but I don't think he could beat me to death. Could he kill me? Yes.
Could my medication kill me? Yes. My illness kill me? Yes. Could I have an aneurysm ticking away in my head, waiting to kill me? Yes. Could my heart go, since both parents have a history of pretty early onset heart disease? Yes. One of my paratransit drivers could kill me, those suckers run a lot of lights. Anything could kill me, I can't afford to worry about all of them.
Now, if Ron were ablebodied there is no question I would leave him. 1. He would be able to take care of himself. 2. He wouldn't lose the business. and 3. My risk level would be a lot higher.
Contrary to what some readers believe, I'm not stupid.
So I covered all that, hopefully they are educated. The one thing I find most tiresome when I discuss my home life online, is the assumption that I am buying him alcohol. NO, I don't. He has cab drivers do it. He has never had that one cab driver back, the one he gave the $200 tip to. I think he is embarrassed. And he should be, he said horrible things about me, to that man.
The verbal abuse, and watching Ron hurt himself, is a lot worse to me than the threat of something physical "perhaps" happening some time in the future. God gives me what I need to deal, and I know one reader who's going to have an apoplexy over that.
Today I got up late, about 8:30, got on the computer for a while, took a shower, and did my God Time. I ate a snack (some cheese) and took a nap for a few hours. I woke up with a NASTY headache. I get so sick of headaches. I guess it was the cheese. Yellow cheese can do that to me sometimes, and I will have to stick to my "white" cheese sticks I bought the other day.
I took something and asked Ron, who was up, if he wanted to work on the monthly report. He said no. He went back to bed.
Now, on the plus side, he hasn't been complaining about his back much lately. The last couple days, at least. I don't know if that means it's not hurting, or he's just not talking. It could be either.
Torbie was sleeping with him for a while, she was very cute.
I decided to bag up some candy. I got the pinata mix, the pulparindo, and the chili lollipops. I bagged them up with Spanish Scripture booklets. I did 5, then I put all the Spanish candy in one bag and put it on my bookcase. Then I bagged up I don't know how much English candy. At least a dozen, I went until I ran out of Scripture booklets. Actually, the candy is American, not English. I don't believe English candy would be very appealing to my recipients. I put it in a big tote bag and left it on my God Time couch (a loveseat I keep here in the computer room). The couch is pretty cluttered up with bags of candy and such, but I don't mind. There's enough room for me to sit, and that's all that matters.
I don't think Ron would be able to get up off the couch if he did sit on it, so he won't. He's never sat there that I can recall. He mainly just sits in his wheelchair. Bed-wheelchair-toilet-wheelchair-bed again.
I'm hungry, I'm going to go get some dinner and take my pills (which I did up last night). I have a couple of frozen burritos in the freezer, I plan to eat those with a glass of milk. That should hold the medication.
A few times now, I have taken my lithium WITHOUT enough food, and it was ghastly. I had extreme nausea and stabbing stomach pains. I actually considered weight loss surgery a time or two, but I need enough room in my stomach for the food I need to digest my pills. And WLS won't work if you are a snacker, which I am. So I need to just buckle down and regulate my intake so I can get down to a healthy weight.
Low carb is the way to go. I just need to get better low carb foods.
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