The other night we implimented a new bed time routine. I explained, "Everyone, Elizabeth and under is to go to bed at 8:00 on school nights." Maddie came over to me after I finished the details and said, "Hey Mom, you have to go to bed at 8:00 too because you are shorter than Elizabeth!" This sent roars of laughter throughout the family. Derek could hardly stand he was laughing so hard.
Notwithstanding My Weakness, Neal A. Maxwell, General Conference, 10/1976
"Some of us who would not chastise a neighbor for his frailties have a field day with our own. Some of us stand before no more harsh a judge than ourselves, a judge who stubbornly refuses to admit much..."I went to therapy for the first time last week. We mostly just talked about my history. She did say that she is a cognitive therapist and explained how she focuses on how we view things in our minds. What we think about situations and how that controls how we act. As I have pondered more and more over this I have realized that this is what I need. I am my own worst judge. I continually put myself down thinking, "This is how I am humble." But it is really Satan's lies. If I am going to have to live with this depression I am going to have to teach my mind no to believe those lies and to give me good thoughts in its place.
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