R's rue

 Sometimes I think I shouldn’t write in Going Gently every day. Like for most us, ordinary days can be somewhat mundane here in Wales. But write I do  A habit such as a journal can’t be broken just because fuck all happens. I’ve spent most of the day at home, what with Bluebell in the garage. But I’ve been busy enough what with phone calls to three friends , two hours of study and college homework and baking Yorkshire Puddings for tomorrow’s supper. Now I made a batch of Yorkshire’s rather than the customary big square one which was traditionally eaten as a starter or as a meal on its own filled with gravy and veg. Bluebell passed her MOT and received her service as I fixed the washing machine, sprayed Roger’s ear cooked and felt smug with myself The Repair Shop is on tonight.  Apart from that and The Walking Dead , it’s the only thing I really watch on tv  from Going Gently https://ift.tt/69ir1hJ

 Learning  That the mirror Is not my enemy My mind needs To be molded By the Father Not others Who don’t know The real me I’m getting used to new scars. And it’s freeing. Access to medical care is a blessing. I’m up and moving. If you’d told me that right now, I wouldn’t have believed you. I’m grateful for how God is faithful then, now and forevermore. When God made me, I wondered. The fact that He has kept His promise to provide and protect me leaves me breathless. I’m expensive. And He has continued to say, Not a problem. He loves me so much. Maybe I should do the same.  Be a blessing. The only occupation that has lasting value from R's rue https://ift.tt/B4n70WG