For the past week I have gone to bed each night thinking, "I will feel better tomorrow." So far...not true. OK, I feel a little better than I did a few days ago, but overall, I'm still pretty run down.
Some sort of evil little cold virus paid our family a visit last week. All three of us (though in different stages) have been victims. We are rarely sick. I can count on one hand the number of times my two year old has been even mildly sick in the course of her life. (I know I'm spoiled.) Speaking of sick two year olds, why is it that toddlers still insist on running around like energetic maniacs when they have a cold? Getting Vivian to rest has been like trying to tie down a wild alligator!
Scott leaves for Uganda in two weeks and I have LOTS to do to get ready for his departure. (I'm sending oodles of letters, photos and treats for the kids). Being sick has slowed me to a crawl, but rather than foolishly pressing forward in my ambitious schedule, I'm holding myself back until I'm more recovered. Everything I seem to attempt at the moment doesn't turn out quite the way I wanted anyway...By concentrating on rest, I hope to mend faster.
This means a blogging break (which I have actually already been doing for nearly a week.) Hopefully I'll emerge from the fog soon. If possible I plan to get Cultivating Compassion (part 4): Imagining More posted mid week.
Thanks to those of you reading and praying along. Just pray Scott gets to 100% health before he boards that KLM jet in a few days!