So, I returned from my transformative trip to Lexington on Tuesday, as planned. What I didn't anticipate was the mild, blah feeling I attributed to travel and lack of sleep was the beginning of the flu. Three days of fever, coughing, sneezing, constant nasal drip, and a general misery, I'm left with scarcely a coherent thought. What does this have to do with Lent? Absolutely nothing.
All bets are off until I can get out of bed. Aren't you glad God is merciful. If it's one thing my Lenten readings taught me is how great and good God is, and how small and needy I am. I'm convinced Jesus loves babies, fools, and the sick. I feel like all of the above today. I'm trusting His mercy and providence to see me through the next few days. Thank God for Nyquil. Seriously. And soup. I have new respect for soup.
I have so many wonderful things to tell you. I just don't have it in me to share today. Hang in there with me, I'll be back, hopefully Monday.
For now, I'm nestled in the love of our Good God, and leaving you to your own Lenten devices. You may, however, feel free to tell me how things are going for you. Leave a comment. I'd love that.
May God bless us, protect us from all evil, and bring us to eternal life.
It'd be nice if he brought a little healing my way, too.
big juicy love,