The Spirit

The spirit of the Lord filled me up. I was asked if I could say an opening prayer. I said yes. I sat thinking of what to pray for. I decided to let the spirit guide me. I said a brief prayer. The feeling I had was great. I felt light. The burdens were gone. I felt like I was gonna collapse.

I bore my testimony. Again not knowing what to say. I felt that same feeling of light. I have no doubt that it was the Holy Ghost.

For a long time I wanted to get up and say a prayer. I knew not how it would feel. I was not expecting what I felt.

In the Addiction Recovery Program last night I was struggling. I admittd that I am afraid of success. My mind tells me I am. It also tells me I'm not good enough to succeed in anything. I am learning to say without excess pride that I am good at things. Not everything, but things that are dear to my heart.

I had a nice chat with Margaret. I talked about how I think. I say I am a success and also that I am not. I told her of my voices and my confusion and my inability to relax. I have always had to push myself to prove that I can do anything my heart tells me. It's a competition.