Living my life sick is like living 100 miles an hour as a snail. I feel like I am barely moving through a whirlwind. But such is life. Everything is done. My illness will be soon. My daddy always taught me to push through. And except for sleeping in until 11am this morning, I have pushed through. Worked on band things, worked on the house, shopped, did crafts and school with my daughter, cooked a all while blowing my nose a hooked coughing all day, and I am still alive. Thank you, Lord, for that. But now it is time to sleep. And thank God for that!😄 God bless you and I hope you don’t catch this virus. ❤
Yesterday and today have been my sick days. I am rarely sick because I generally do not allow it because I have too much to do and yes, my faith in God’s healing ability and my will are that strong. I allowed this one because I needed some down time and rest. October was insanely busy and we needed rest. So, November is not so busy and we don’t have a gig until Saturday, so it is a good time to rest. I hope everyone else stays healthy and happy. I will be healthy again tomorrow and back at walking and school. God bless you all! Remember to spend some time with Him today! ❤
My band family sister is a beautiful woman, loving and kind, an amazing hostess and loving friend. She has suffered with leukemia for some time and now is going to go through chemo. Our band family is hurting because she is hurting and we are praying for her healing and no pain to plague her. We are praying in earnest for when my friend/adopted family suffers, I suffer and when I suffer, I will 100% of the time, as I have always done when I have sufferred, will be exhaustively in prayer. It is my go to. When I hurt (or any time really) I pray. I go to the Great Physician God my Father for illnesses to leave. I heal through God because I have faith that He heals and know full well He does and wants to. I pray when I suffer so here I will be praying. We will pray during school, for every meal and in conversations in between. God knows and cares but responds to faith because of His goodness and not because of me. I love her and so does God so I will pray. I will also cook for her and clean if she will let me and do whatever else I can but I pray for those I love, knowing it is the very best most powerful and most effective thing I can do. I am just a little girl but God is enormous and powerful and has proved His love to me over and over and over. I count on His love. Sometimes it is all I have. And I have His love and fight for those I love. God is so very good!!!!
I felt like dead warmed up to a fever today, couldn’t keep a thing down, feverish, painful, both sides giving me heck. It was ugly. And I woke up at 9pm with at fever broken and no more getting sick but very tired. And my hubby was kind and generous enough to go to the store and get me a tome 7up to keep down and feel strengthened. It works for me. And I thought that I missed the day, was ill and the kids managed, though the house will be fun to clean up tomorrow and I am glad I was sick and not dead. And I know that is a weird thought, but when my daddy died for a minute I thought he was the lucky one, the escaping the darkness of this world and going to heaven one. I was a little jealous. But then I was sick today, very sick. And I woke up finally feeling better and am really glad to be alive. I am glad to have more time with my husband and friends and family. I am glad to help some people who cross my path. I am glad to have a job from God to do and be productive. Sickness is sometimes a gift because it makes you appreciate life more. I am thankful!
Bullies (those who do harm to others because they can or to prove something to someone) come in all shapes and sizes and nationalities, but all are the biggest cowards you will ever meet in your life. Each bully is acting out for some evil or evil belief in their lives, but I am tired of the psychobabble that excuses their behavior or makes them the victims. We all have had rough lives in our own ways, but we non-bullies don’t go around picking on everyone over it. Bullies need to be faced and faced hard to show their true colors and force them into the firm opinion that this behavior will not be tolerated in society. And each of us must be on board for this to work. We are only one but together we are an army. Bullies should not be tolerated to bully anymore. I am over it. I will not allow it in my presence, will not excuse it and will definitely rise against it in every way I am able. And so help me God, you supposedly grown up person my ex married, you bully my son again, there will be me right there. I am not 10. Let’s see you bully a grown up. This is your information bulletin. All other bullies, I am in a mood, you better watch yourselves. Zero tolerance policy for bullying. Go.
You can tell a lot about a person by seeing how they handle sickness. You can tell a lot by how they care for the sick too. But those are distinctive. People can be graceful and loving when others are sick but bears when sick themselves. So their response to their own sickness shows their true colors. And not just a common cold but a full fledged viral flu attack. If they want to be alone and sleep and suffer in silence, they are maybe not convinced that other people are helpful or necessary or trustworthy to help. If they want you to wait on them hand and foot, they probably milk it just a little and want to be comforted and coddled back into health. If they bark at everyone, they tend to be more selfish and controlling because not being in control of their health is irritating them. And if they go to the doctor first they are more proactive and protective of themselves. Of course I may be wrong, as I have more experience with my patients of the last 12 years being confronted with diminished hearing not health. But the premise is there and personal observation. And it makes me think of what my being sick makes me like and what I can see of myself in my illness, which I happen to have right now. It is not severe, obviously or I would be sleeping right now if severe enough and certainly would not be writing, but it is an illness nonetheless. But when I am sick (unless very severe), I work anyway and make sure my husband and kids have what they need. I work through it, as taught me by my father. So, what does that say? Weird to think about your response to illness as showings great deal about your character or personality. But it does give glimpses you can see no other way.