Sunday, October 6, 2019
As I was watching church this morning, I caught a thought. Cerebral Palsy has not be my enemy. As I taught someone that Botox is not just for your face, many toxins have been put in my body to help me. Some toxins have not. Those toxins are my thoughts. I've adopted the American adage that wealth and self-sufficiency are paramount, almost holy. I've equated the fact that I'm disabled take hold in my heart. If I've heard I'm a drain on the system once, I've heard it many times. Let me tell you now, America, I'm valuable. To the God in whom we trust. Maybe if I believed it enough, I wouldn't live in a unending state of self-degrading behavior. My thoughts needs extraction and a vigorous wash. I blame myself for my lack of faith. Making a change. Think or maybe not.