A little over a week ago our school district started its mid-winter recess. I left school a little tired but excited for the week off. Once home, I joined my husband and daughter for some grocery shopping and errand running. Not to long into this routine, being tired transitioned into exhaustion and a fever.
Long story short, we cut our evening out short and returned home. Ed and Mags took care of the groceries and such, I went to bed. And bed, or horizontal on the couch, is where I have spent our entire mid-winter recess. Of course, yesterday, I felt better so I attended the writers' workshop at the Oswego Public Library. With cough drops and a bottle of water I went, took notes, and left inspired to keep writing.
I learned new things about the Indie life, how to write a romance novel, and that two hours of being social was not something my body was ready for. I picked Mags up from my parents' house and returned home to assume the position of sicky on the couch. With an NCIS marathon to keep me comfy, another afternoon and evening of rest.
I woke this morning with high hopes of being at least 85%. It only took five minutes to realize I am still closer to the 75% range, so instead of enjoying a morning of worship with my church family I took yet another dose of meds prescribed by the doctor and returned to bed. The rattling sound in my chest continues, the cough is consistence and annoying, and the flu reigns. BUT thankfully my hope isn't found in modern medicine or this world.
Today is the last day of our mid-winter recess and tomorrow we return to school. I would love to tell you the additional sleep this morning helped and I'm ready to conquer the world but I can't. One thing I can tell you though is this, healing is around the corner.
God healed the hurt, anger, defeat, grief, and loss of faith after Heidi disappeared and was ripped from my life so I know He can handle something as simple as the flu.
Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.
Who or what do you put your trust in?
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323