Well, it's officially the beginning of a new school year. Let the diseases begin. I have some fun form of a severe cold and Mark was revisiting his lunch last evening. I'd love to know exactly what lets loose in the germ realm that wasn't around a mere month ago. It happens every year.
We rarely get sick in the Summer and it isn't because we aren't around people. In fact, we are usually around more folks during that time between trips to the pool, cookouts, and the 50 trillion other activities that make up the Most Blessed of All Seasons. It's perplexing, I tell ya.
In an effort not to "share the love" with innocent little kindergarteners, I have stayed home with Andrew and the little boy that I keep. I sent the other three on to co-op this morning, which has given me the fantastic opportunity to tell you how very blessed I am/was by your comments and emails from the last post.
By nature, I am not a "surface" person. I love to dig in and get to the heart of where people are (which isn't something that people always think is endearing, by the way). So many of you afforded me (and others) that honor and I am grateful. Some of your struggles are ones that I can relate so strongly to, that it brought tears to my eyes. And your emails.... I just love each and every one of you all the more, especially your hearts. Hearts that just want what your Father wants. How precious that is in the sight of the Lord.
Thank you for allowing me to stand with you in prayer. I really can't put into words how much it's blessed me. Know that I am not the only one praying either. We have some mighty prayer warriors out there; ones that I tap into pretty regularly, and I know that they are coming back to the comments to pray, too. Which is exactly what I'd hoped for and I LOVE THAT!
Alrighty, I had better go down some more Theraflu. Hey! That reminds me! I meant to ask when I started this post and then got sidetracked (imagine that)..... What is the one thing you can't live without when you're sick? Or two. Or ten. It doesn't matter. Just tell me what makes you more comfy when you feel like you've been walloped upside the head with a baseball bat.
In sickness and in health,