Today I’m grateful for:
3. 2nd, 3rd…..149,237,216,431 chances
5. A patient wife
I experienced a few humorous moments today. This was an improvement.
The more I think on it, the more I realize my family is critical to my survival.
Being afforded chances has saved my more times than I could ever describe. Tonight I truly screwed things up. I know that I hurt My Bride. I wasn’t out to hurt or and I sure do to think I was out of place for the things I said, but in hindsight, inappropriate considering WHY I was kicked out.
I don’t ever openly give praise to God. That’s because I rarely privately give God praise. For some reason, He still loves me and craves our relationship. Father God, you are not the author of my troubles, my confusion or fears. I give you praise for all the blessings you have given me. A beautiful wife, incredible children, intelligence, arms to hold people, legs to run to them with, eyes to see your beautiful creation. You created the universe and all that it contains. You are truly the most magnificent and beneficent and I give you all praise!
My Bride is absurdly patient. I’m a very sick man. I’m riddled with mental illness. My mind runs away from me anytime I have any trouble (fatigue, hunger, lonesome, sad et. al) at all. Almost every time that happens, I cause My Bride tremendous pain. Yet she allows me to be with her and she stays married to me. How does that happen? I can only say that God has bound us together and has a plan for us. That’s the only explanation I have.