"But overhearing what they said, Jesus said to the ruler of the synagogue, 'Do not fear, only believe.' ...Mark 5:36
Eegads. Tom awoke on Tuesday morning having not slept and feeling weird pains which he described to me.
I said, "Ugh! That sounds like a urinary tract infection," to which he replied, "I think it started on Friday."
"Friday? Why didn't you tell me? (Normally he lists his pains to me in minute detail. er hem.) "You can't play around with U.T.I.'s! Good grief."
So I jumped up off the red couch then brought to him--
a cranberry pill
a vitamin C pill
an acidolphulus pill
I made breakfast, sent him back to bed. Hours later he burst from the door, shivering like a washing machine in spin cycle and making sounds reminiscent of dying soldiers on his war videos.
Great. Now he's got a fever.
Well, I doused him again with the cranberry regimen, raced around opening heating vents, (pulling clear tape from some), then ran the main heater full blast, first time this season (after changing the filter which I'd procrastinated, of course).
I laid hands on him and prayed, then also prayed in the kitchen for any spirits of sickness to leave our house because Sam The Cat also chose this time to throw up. Hugely. On the white carpet in our office.
Color me rejoicing over that revival weekend I told you about. Something I love about God? He knows the future--and how best to prepare me for it.
Really, I needed that extra boost of spiritual encouragement, especially later that night when satan whispered in the dark, "You should seriously worry, you know."
Anyway, after the fever left, Tom called the doctor and made an appointment for Wednesday afternoon. Every four (or so) hours I made him take the pill/juice regimen, watching him closely to make certain he wasn't worsening.
And Tuesday late afternoon? I stepped outside to get the mail just as two teenage girls walked past, one of them singing a lovely song. Wow. The song remained with me for an hour and I thanked God for such a special gift.
Always expect unique presents from God, ok? He truly gives the best gifts and at perfect times.
Next day in the kitchen after seeing the doctor (who, after Tom mentioned having chills said, "Wow, you were sicker than we thought!") he showed me his little bottle of antibiotics. But yeah, I still made him drink more cranberry juice. ツ
This morning before he drove away to work Tom said he's feeling much better.
Whew. Color me so grateful for, well, everything.
Perhaps not until we reach Heaven will we truly understand what a miracle every single day was, but me? I'm going to try, even now while still upon this God-created planet Earth.
Oh, and I forgot to mention Tom ached all over because he'd returned to working out and was bent like a very old man. In pain. Oh, and he had a 3-day sinus headache, but he didn't tell me that till it was over. All this made it scarier.
A normal day! A normal Autumn day, even. How I love these returns to my normal.
My neighbor, Sue, cracks me up! Here's what she posted yesterday at Facebook--
Soo....I was given a crock pot...I keep thinking of Jack and am afraid to use it. 🤪
"For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses." ... Matthew 6:14,15