"But I tell you that every careless word that people speak, they shall give an accounting for it in the day of judgment." ...Matthew 12:36
Poor ol' Debra.
Forget what I said about having a minor cold. It turned into Horrible Nightmare Flu.
Not since the chicken pox finally caught me at age 33 have I felt so will-this-fever-never-break? bad.
By Saturday I told Tom that, since talking gives me coughing fits, I'd not be able to speak nearly as much as usual.
I think his eyes lit up.
And truthfully? I did skip lots of useless words I'd normally speak. You know, complaints,
He reminds me we're no more spiritual than we are in our own homes. It's an impossibility, a lowest-common-denominator type of thing. We can act spiritual elsewhere (church, anyone?), but who we truly are will always be made clearest at home.
Now it's Monday and things appear hopeful again. Tom returned to work and sunshine is trying to pierce grey clouds, teasing us with a springtime 40 degrees. I aired-out the house during a rare spurt of energy which I used toward housecleaning, for it's much more pleasant to stare at a clean house when one is ill, rather than a dirty one.
But now, after writing this, I'll return to wilting and sputtering on the red couch.
Any prayers for poor ol' Debra would be greatly appreciated. Thank-you. Much.
Make every effort to live in peace with everyone and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord." ... Hebrews 12:14