Dear God,
Today my mind has been able to focus on multiple phone calls and tasks with little to no stress. But as the day is winding down I feel a sense of urgency to sort "the pile." It's a mess on the table. From phone calls made to payments scheduled to physical therapy appoints to Dr. Caban to Julie. So much in this head yet still this question rises to the top: "Lord, what do you want to do with the relational and prayerful gifts you've bestowed upon me?"
I seek an answer to that question. I don't know when it will be answered or how you'll provide for my relational and giving of my time to a person or a cause.
Dreams about my Dad's sexual abuse to me was a little weird. The weirdness was me seeking him out and wanting to have sex with him. I would find the place we could do it. I would tell him where and what time. He would show up and we'd have a sexual encounter where I enjoyed it and so did he. No blood, no fear, no disassociating. Weird.
Quite a bunch of accomplishments.
Love Amy
