Yesterday morning, our sweet sweet Storyteller bounded into our room around 7:30am. I was still mostly asleep, but not for long!
'Mmmm .... yes, Bud?'
'Mama! You're not contagious anymore!'
Than he slipped a soft sweet kiss on my cheek and ran humming out of the room.
What a lovely way to greet the day!
I am truly better and yet still really unwell. Thank you for all of your prayers and kindnesses!
My ears and sinuses have responded nicely, but my throat and glands are still so very tender, and my mouth continues to be a raw sore point. I am still enjoying soft, bland things only, as even the 'magic mouthwash' cannot numb things sufficiently to actually chew something as interesting as toast. I am missing my morning vice - orange juice! We had nice soft pasta for supper, but the tomato sauce was too acidic I guess. Ouch! I'd better stick to yogurt and scrambled eggs - well cooled!
One of my meds is keeping my brain in full gear at night when all I long for is sweet precious sleep. I've been trying to use the time to pray and wait on the Lord. In a sense, I have so much to be thankful for even in this. Impressed again and again on my heart are these words of comfort and assurance of God's unfailing faithfulness ...
Jesus Christ, the same yesterday, and today, and for ever.
He really has it all covered, doesn't He?