I heard an sermon yesterday where the pastor was talking about how body and soul are mixed and often fatigue (!) can cause spiritual problems.
I have been doing pretty well on the anxiety of late. But this morning we had a power outage. Got it back pretty quick but I have been freaking out wondering if the traffic light is out. Nothing I can do about it, of course. I will just have to see; either God has His hand on it or not.
If not I will figure something out with His help. Worst case I may need to take a ride to work (the street is that bad to cross). But I know the fatigue is driving all the anxiety. I thought I was doing pretty well until that.
But I will figure it out one way or another, with God's help. Biscuit helped, too. He got up on me after I had gotten dressed and shed white cat hair all over my shirt. I had to go after it with a lint roller. I am presentable now.
And I had already fed him so that wasn't it. He is just stubborn like that sometimes. I was petting him remembering I could fit him on my shoulder the day I met him, he climbed me like a tree and sat on my shoulder as I waited on the bus. He is just as cute now. I am really pleased he has done so well I was pretty worried when he got his diagnosis. But he's done well. And I never, ever, give him fish which I am convinced will block an FLUTD cat quicker than anything.
That's it for now.
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