Bipolar, but still Christian : Just Another Challege

I have been wanting to post this for a bit now, but I wasn't sure of the wording. My mother has taught me how to be a lady, how to dress, and how to cook. I learned many wonderful things from watching her over the years. She is so creative that I used to find that intimidating. Now I realize I am just as creative in a different way. That I got from her. My mother-in-law taught me things that I so needed to learn. How to love and be loved unconditionally; how to give unselfishly; how to accept others. She is such an amazing gift from God and I don't really know what I would do without her. I am so thankful for her.

I am glad it's Sunday. I really enjoy studying God's Word. My brain got quite a workout this morning, but it was a good one. We were talking about the mercy of God in relationship to salvation. I guess some people believe God's mercy is limited to only certain people, but the Bible clearly shows that His mercy is given to all that believe. "For God so loved the word that he gave his only begotten son; that whosoever believeth in him, should not perish, but have everlasting life." I am glad I get to be a whosoever.

I hate it when my mind insists on going there. The Dark place that is. You know the recesses of your mind where all the ugly stuff is hiding. I spent years of my early life stuffing the bad stuff away somewhere and pretending it wasn't there. It would peak out of the drawers and I would slam them shut again. Now my mind is this place where someone dumped out all the files and they are mixed up all over the floor. Sounds like fun doesn't it? I never know which file is going to get opened up next. I can't hide anything cause it's too mixed up. Today the files were opening up too many bad memories and I ask myself what on earth is going on. I am trying to be positive because with my tendency to exaggerate it isn't as bad as it seems. It is harder to do that when you get dumped a stack of stinky papers. I tried reading my Bible and praying, but it is hard to see the comfort when the guilt bus is parked out front. I have some work to do. Hopefully, next time I can be mor

Twelve years ago when I walked down the aisle to marry my husband it was with eyes glowing with new love. I had giddy butterflies from the excitement of first love. He was my perfect prince. He could do no wrong. Funny thing is that today as I look at the real person I married, I see who he really is and I am still delighted to be his wife. No, he isn't perfect, but neither am I. We have been together through some pretty rough times and have come out standing stronger. It has never been easy, but it has always been worth it! And most of the time it is a whole lot of fun(:. As I write this, I know he is going to read this and get all cocky and then act ridiculous. Oh well, that's who I married. I get to sing commercial jingles and talk his ear off in the car. I can't really complain.