When I said that I needed more time to write here, I wasn’t exactly hoping for a few days in bed, 102.7 degrees, or strep throat.
And yet, here I am with approximately 22 hours of antibiotic treatment before my contagion ends…just enough time to write.
As I laid on the couch yesterday, I considered how to use my forced down-time. Using the computer required too much energy; calling a friend to catch up required use of my throat. My vocal cords only rebelled on occasion, but talking meant swallowing which meant pain. I’m a wimp.
So I laid on the couch looking for a silent, still activity…and came upon an idea I used when I would swim laps in college: A-B-C prayer.
A- adored
B- beautiful
C- Christ, etc.
I started with attributes of God and finished up with things I’m grateful for. I don’t think I made it past C on the second one before I was again asleep under the mountain of blankets.
You know what? God showed up. In my mushy-brain, shivering-with-fever state, He reminded me that I am His. That was enough.
