Dear God,
Thank you for the much needed rest. It's been nice and quiet. I went out for a brief period today and found some good stuff at Goodwill. Yes, it was on my list. I didn't have to buy new!
When I pulled into my driveway, I noticed a vehicle pull behind me. It's the lady in my park who goes to Celebrate Recovery, a Christ-based self help organization. I love the program. I told her last year I wasn't going to go back.
I don't know why she stopped by because I got busy inside my car to avoid her. I feel like a total loser. No excuses. Just didn't want to socialize. When I get in that kind of mood there's no budging me. After a few minutes, she drove away.
I literally felt panic. I managed it by ignoring one of your children. I'm sorry about that part. If it was a divine appointment, I blew it. If it was a test about where I'm at mentally, I passed. I guess it depends on how you look at it.
I don't want to write. I have a homework assignment due to Faith on Thursday. I don't want to write that one, either. Maybe if I pretend I don't have to do it (which she always says I don't) I'll find the strength to at least start it.
For now, I continue to rest. The bronchitis is still 20% here which makes it still bothersome but livable. I'll call my doctor tomorrow.
Love your screwed up daughter,
Amy Kathleen
