Just a little ill...

Sick

No details please.  Too gross. 

I’m still in bed.  Still resting. Trying to recovering strength.  Thankful for the one magnificent side affect of the rotavirus: weight loss.  Not a strategy I recommend though!

I’d love a message, a haircut, some good conditioner, and unlimited internet to watch something mindless while I recover.

Lying on the floor of my bathroom brought back memories of my childhood illnesses. There were not many, but I remember being on the tile floor in my parent’s bathroom at about 5 years old with an ear infection they didn’t know I had. I was burning up with fever and hearing ‘men marching in my head’ – really my heartbeat, but I didn’t know that.  My mom was there to take care of me, and daddy to check in when he got home from work. Now Chris takes care of me, makes the cake for the birthday party I missed, does dishes and cooks.  But a little of me still wants to curl up in my mom’s lap and have her rub my back and stroke my hair.  Another part of my just wants to go home. But there is no home I can go to but here right now.  Heaven just has to wait.  The homes in Virginia and Texas, Florida and Arkansas, and even France are not mine now. 

I’ve made it out to the balcony and to sit some this week.  I watched kids play soccer in their yard, people walk up and down the road, tropical birds flit in the bushes, the sky darken and begin to rain.  I am forced to take time to see these things because I don’t have the energy to move far and I am tired of the bed.

This morning I was well enough to start a load of laundry and eat a piece of bread before heading back to bed.  It took all I had to open the gate for Hortence and then again, almost immediately, for Chris to leave and climb the stairs to my bed.  Rest is good.  I think I have a lot more of it to do so I can fight of any more bugs that come my way!

Thanks for praying for our family.  Chris works everyday to the ends of Scripture Engagement:  getting people to USE the newly translated Scriptures so that lives will be transformed by God’s Word.

The Kids have all made volleyball teams – Noah and Kristin Varsity, and Ben JV.  I’m waiting on interim reports but expect mostly good grades.

And me- well, I want to be healthy again.  But I want to remember to rest as well, and not feel guilty for doing it, often.

School Picture time from RFIS

My lovely daughter

The shipment arrived that we sent back in June.  You can definitely tell it shipped in summer.
'Chips' are a solid block in a strange shape.

We didn't bring the hard case and now regret it.  Anyone want to donate a trumpet in a hard case? 
I have a volunteer to bring it at Christmas or in a week.
Meanwhile we are borrowing one from a friend.

 Teacher dinner:

My almost 16 yr old son

 Party picts - thanks to Chris and Kristin as I was in bed