User talk:Grace899

I am just counting my blessings one by one and learning to be thankful for what I have. The Evil One continues to try to attack me through my mind. Depression is the thorn in my flesh that I feel quite sharply sometimes more than others. But I can also say something like what Paul said about his thorn in the flesh that the Lord would not take away--that when he's weak, he's in fact strong. I'm learning how my Lord is my best friend precisely because I have no resources in and of myself, can't seem to get out of the place where I live but thought I'd never have to come back to, and am still alone. If everything felt perfect, I know I'd have to work a lot harder at throwing myself on the throne of grace.