Today, I feel human again.
I walked downstairs to say good-bye to the boys as Tim took them to school and Wylie said to me:
"Mom, where have you been? I haven't seen you for a whole day!"
Beginning at 2:30am Saturday morning--I did not feel anything remotely close to human. Some kind of germ got a hold of me and was unmerciful in its complete and total control of my body. I will not go into details, but there are a few more foods going on my "never again" list.
During the worst of those hours, one single, dominant thought became my prayer: normal. I just want to feel normal!
I am closer to normal today; I am so profoundly grateful. If I had not just fought the flu-devil and won, I would probably not have this profound sense of gratitude washing over me.
I guess that's the Up-side of being down.
I missed a day of work at Solid Ground. And, I was really looking forward to leading worship.
I heard my band-mates did fine.
I missed connecting with all the kids in Treasure Island.
I missed hearing stories, exchanging smiles, offering encouragement, praying together, taking communion, and expecting God's next best thing...
I don't think anyone enjoys being sick; but, it has to be said: once you are down for a bit, there really is nothing like normal!