Day 8 of MCFC Two by Two
Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:43 pm
I know I'm late doing this step, and I do apologize. My emotions have been so out of whack that it's been hard to concentrate.
Hmm. I have some answers to the questions we're to ask ourselves. I love trying to help others, even if it's just by listening when they need to talk. I seem to sense when someone needs prayer, and it's a burden on my heart until I do pray for that person. I care about others' feelings. I love making & giving things to others. There are other things, but I can't think of them right now.
It's really nice that different people have different spiritual gifts. At the same time, it's also nice that people share some of the same gifts. For example, I'm a caring listener, but there are times (lately they've been often) when I need someone to just listen. I always end up with peace of mind after talking things out.
During the period of my undiagnosed depression, I admit I did consider myself unworthy, even to God. Friends would tell me otherwise, but I was so far gone I honestly couldn't believe them, even though I very much wanted to. It hurt me that I couldn't, and, looking back, I'm sure it hurt them. I'm just thankful that I have been diagnosed and am being treated.
Hmm. I have some answers to the questions we're to ask ourselves. I love trying to help others, even if it's just by listening when they need to talk. I seem to sense when someone needs prayer, and it's a burden on my heart until I do pray for that person. I care about others' feelings. I love making & giving things to others. There are other things, but I can't think of them right now.
It's really nice that different people have different spiritual gifts. At the same time, it's also nice that people share some of the same gifts. For example, I'm a caring listener, but there are times (lately they've been often) when I need someone to just listen. I always end up with peace of mind after talking things out.
During the period of my undiagnosed depression, I admit I did consider myself unworthy, even to God. Friends would tell me otherwise, but I was so far gone I honestly couldn't believe them, even though I very much wanted to. It hurt me that I couldn't, and, looking back, I'm sure it hurt them. I'm just thankful that I have been diagnosed and am being treated.