Bedrock beneath my feet

I'm getting along not too badly. Hard to stay active though. I prefer to sit and think. To meditate. Or would you call this ruminating?

Yesterday I emailed a friend telling her how I see things piling up around me that need to be done. And it makes me feel butterfly anxious, knowing I don't have the motivation to do very much about it. I felt like I was enslaved, in chains, struggling to free myself. And when I wrote that, I realized that this was a big part of the problem. I'm trying to do free myself when I should be trusting that God can help me do that. It's wrong to think I can do this on my own.

I turned to Psalm 18 which has encouraged me to lean on God in the past. My favourite version of the first two verses comes from the Message:

I love you, God-you make me strong. God is bedrock under my feet.

And I prayed:

Thank you, Lord. I know you are with me. I know you can free me from this depression. Please help me to let it go-to trust in your ability to loosen the chains.
I trust you and place myself in your hands.
Thank you for your love and thank you for making me strong.
Yeah, I'm strong! Through you I'm strong.

Today I had a fine breakfast with a favourite friend. Now I'm getting the house into shape. And I'm writing to you, my blogger pals, and that is good. Tomorrow I'll pick up a friend who has been in hospital for awhile to accompany her on a six hour pass. Church will be part of it. It will be a fine day.

Things are looking up. And I know God is with me, making me strong. He is bedrock beneath my feet.

(Originally I wrote this post without the photograph. But I added it because to me it suggests prayer - an intimacy with God.)

This is the day...

My favorite way to start off a day is by quoting a little line from Psalm 118:

"This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it."

It's 5:50 am and I'm thinking of how I would like to get past all this ugly stuff I've been talking about here: stuff about demons and harmful misunderstanding about us who live with mental illness. I very much feel I need to help educate - to set people straight. But I look forward to the time when I can start thinking about happy, positive things again. I don't like all this blaming and pointing fingers. I want to look at the good.

But I do need to say a few more things about what some people believe about demons, and I did promise a second part to my discussion on these things - a report about Neil Anderson's The Bondage Breaker.

But for now - for this moment in time - if you are reading this at the beginning of the day, I hope you will - with me - rejoice in this day the Lord has made. I hope you will have a happy day, seeing the good, doing what is good, remembering that the Bible says:

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."

This morning I'm praying for Dream Writer, Chica, Sarah, Susan, Sydney, Heather, Shebee, Chalexa, Desiree, Jane, Jessica, Janice, Jumpinginpuddles and all my other friends who might read this and are living with bipolar disorder or some other mental disorder. I pray that you will trust God to help you on the road to fulfilling the plans he has for you. I pray that you will believe that he can help you bring those plans to fruition. I pray that you will trust him to bring you through the tough times - that you will believe that those tough times will only make you stronger, as long as you hold on to your faith.

...and I pray that you will feel good about yourself, realizing that - even if so many in society do not understand what you face - God understands. And we can face this day, feeling good about who we are.

Maybe this post is a bit weird. I don't know. But I just needed to pass on something good instead of harping on the negative.