Today is Fast Sunday. It’s an opportunity to fast for 2 meals, and pray, and it’s really cool. I got an email yesterday from the Relief Society secretary saying that our bishop asked us to include in our prayers the people in our ward who are struggling with health issues (whether they be physical, mental, or emotional). I really appreciate that they are cognizant that just because someone looks whole on the outside, it doesn’t mean s/he is whole on the inside. I spent too many years in a deep black pit from the bipolar depression–anti-depressants couldn’t work fully on their own because I needed other medications along with them–and my heart hurts for anyone who’s feeling anything remotely like I felt.
So I’m going to go take a shower, throw tonight’s dinner into the slow cooker, and get my fanny to church this afternoon. Dinner’s tonight around 8, Caribbean black beans and rice, with collard greens. It’s worth the wait, and worth the prayers all day.