Leah Farmer

Personal perspectives on faith, literature, and life.

Sunday, December 28th, 2014


Got up and slowly made myself a lovely breakfast. What a joy to take my time for a delicious meal.

Prayer Time

Talked with my prayer partner today and though I felt closed when we started talking, I was opened up as we went on. I’m grateful for this friend and for the ability to be myself…in all my flavors…with her.


In the past I would have forced myself to go out when I didn’t want to. Today after therapy I allowed myself to beg off a couple different options for social engagement and the game. Instead I went home to be with myself. And I’m grateful for knowing and honoring my own limits.

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