Well, I made it to church this morning despite all of the roadblocks Satan tried to put in my way, and I am proud of myself. Tim is in training, and that alone was a big enough excuse for me to just stay home, but I really wanted to go. And after the kids had breakfast they were busy, and my bed just looked so inviting, that I layed down for 5 minutes and could have easily got in another hour of sleep, but I fought it and forced myself to get up and get ready for church, knowing I would feel much better about myself and my day having gone. Then, when we got to church there was no disabled parking, which never happens, and no where close to park. Kiana wondered if we were going to go home. My anxiety level was high all morning, but we did it. I used my walker. I calmed down during service, and had a nice visit with a friend after church while the kids played on the playground. God is good!
before church, "So we're going without dad? How are you going to get
in? How are you going to check us in to Sunday School? Will you be
able to pick us up afterwards?" Part of my motivation for doing things like this on my own is to show my kids that I am brave, I am confident, and that I can do this on my own. I want them to be brave, have confidence, and be independent so I need to be an example of those qualities to them.