…that I’d make it to June 16 without losing my voice.
…that my plan of sleep, Neti-pot, and “taking care of myself” would work.
…that I could muscle through.
Once again, my utter dependence becomes clear, and I plan for a random day at home in the middle of assessment season. (Yes, that is an official season; the main difference between assessment season and hunting season is the governing body that declares each one.)
So tomorrow will become a day of reflection, in between a doctor’s appointment and a meeting for work- does that still count?- because it’s been two years since the biggest change in my adult life to this point. Thankfully, I feel like I have more perspective, more appreciation, and more acceptance for the whats and wheres and whos and hows of living life following Jesus than I have in awhile.
I’d like to spend some time saying, “Thanks!” and making sure my eyes are fixed on Him,
even if it does take a sick day to do it.