I would not wish the flu I am recovering from on my worst enemy (okay, maybe I would, but then I would probably feel really, really bad about it). Between Thursday and Sunday I spent 90% of my time sleeping or trying to sleep. The other few hours were filled with taking medicine, eating a few bites of food, and other necessary activities. On Sunday, I made it through the three worship services by using a sermon I dug up from 4 years ago, as well as utilizing the able help of Stacy, a ministry candidate from our church, who helped with the final service’s liturgy. I was so tired, however, I laid down and rested in the church parlor for an hour before getting in my car to drive the few blocks home.
Monday was a little better, and today better still. My fever has gone, the body aches have dissipated, and all I have left now is some chest congestion and a nagging cough. Praise God from whom all blessings flow. Just one more comment and then I’ll shut up about my illness. When I have gotten sick in the past, I have always realized rather quickly how much I take my continued good health for granted. Getting older has only made this more obvious to me. It is easier for me to get sick, I am not in the best of shape, and I have not been the best steward of the body God has given me. I hope I have learned my lesson and that I will be more appreciative and careful about the gift of life and health with which I have been entrusted.
I will soon be 45 years old, and I’d like to add at least a few more decades to that number before I go on to meet my maker.
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