The Morning After

The ship is going down.

I am sick.

Ill.

Under the weather.

The cold Hubster has had for the past two weeks has now found a new home in the pit of my chest and nasal area.

I woke up this morning with one of those coughs that comes from way deep and explodes in your dry, parched, aching throat, and I've been doing that all day.

I have no voice, and my sinuses are clogged to the point of explosion. We won't even BEGIN to talk about the bad breath. Breathing is a chore. My eyes are bleary and achy, much like my muscles and joints, and all I want to do is be in bed with my nice, warm heated mattress pad and tea with honey (and maybe a shot of something stronger - for medicinal purposes only, mind you) served to me on a silver platter. I'd also like to listen to an audiobook that I don't have to think about, and hey...while you're up would you go pee for me as well? I'm too tired to move.

Thank You, God.

Thank You that I didn't get this before Christmas. Thank You that I'm on vacation for the next week and have time to recover. Thank You that I'll most likely be over it before the big half-century celebration in two weeks. Thank You (and Mom) for the wonderful, soft, warm, fluffy, comfortable robe I'm wearing right now.

Thank You, God.

Thank You for letting Hubster get this before I did, so he might gain a bit of sympathy for the people he gave it to. Thank You for Sudafed, cough syrup with codeine, humidifiers, box fans to drown out the noise, soft beds, rest, and the love of those around me.

Thank You, God.

Thank You for all the gifts received yesterday, especially the reminder of the Most Important Gift. Thank You for Christmas being OVER. Thank You that we now have time. Time to spend rebuilding our finances, loving one another, serving You.

For this and oh, so much more....

Thank You.

1 Chronicles 16:8
Give thanks to the LORD, call on his name; make known among the nations what he has done.

1 Chronicles 16:34
Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.