This will be a short post. But a post nonetheless.
Since my last post, where I proudly preened my clean house peacock feathers, my entire family--yes, including myself-- has been sick for a total of 5 weeks. I've been to the emergency room twice (once Easter morning and once a week later in the middle of the night...both for sick children). I've been to the doctor once and found out that if I'd only had a code word, I probably wouldn't have had to go to the emergency room at all. Drat. I went through almost an entire container of Lysol wipes. I prayed for spring to come and sickness to flee. I claimed these verses as my own:
In my anguish I cried to the LORD, and He answered me by setting me free. The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid, what can man (viruses) do to me? The LORD is with me; He is my helper. I will look in triumph on my enemies (sickness).
Psalm 118: 5-7 (slightly altered)
My home fell back apart. My routines crumbled. Even two weeks after my sickness had departed, my voice was still gone and I took long naps in the afternoons in order to make it 'til bedtime. Even today, four weeks after the initial Month of Sickness, my singing voice isn't entirely healed. My range is crap. I'm living in the hope that God still has plans for me that involve my singing, even if it's just being able to sing along to the Sound of Music with my kids.
This week I'm finally feeling some stirrings of returned motivation. I'm actually typing a post, right? My new verse is this:
The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.
Dearie me, let's hope so.
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