For the first time in a month, Tennessee had a week of beautiful weather! What did I do on theses gorgeous days? Did I work in my garden? No. Did I enjoy a picnic lunch on my patio? No. Did I take a nature walk in the park, read a book on my front porch while sipping a cup of coffee, or take my dog for a drive along the countryside in my convertible? Nope, I didn’t do any of these things. Instead, I slept—through the entire week! Literally!
Last Saturday night, I returned home from a FANSTATIC weekend at the Gods Girls In Motion National Conference. Wow! I was honored to speak along side of some other great speakers, musicians, and 321 Improv—whose comedy act was hysterical! The women were precious, fun, and hungry for God’s Word. I was incredibly blessed to participate in this conference. More so, I was blessed by the women whom befriended me and shared their stories with me. I’ve tucked those stores into my heart and prayers.
Anyway, after returning home late Saturday night, I felt extremely tired. Exhaustion is not unusual after a big event so I didn’t think much about it until the next day. I couldn’t stay awake! Later that afternoon, my chest and throat began to hurt and I developed a cough. Luckily for me, I was so fatigued that I slept through most of the pain. By Wednesday, I convinced myself that I had the Swine Flu! I just knew that I had picked it up from someone wearing a facemask in the airport. Even though I held my breath and turned my head when passing these masked persons, the germs still got through to my unsuspecting self.
Once my throat reached a level of pain that I could barely speak and I had to grit my teeth to survive a coughing spell, I asked my husband to take a look at it. He jumped back in horror and demanded I see the doctor. So, I did.
The doctor diagnosed me with an upper respiratory infection and put me on bed rest (duh) and antibiotics. Nothing changed. In fact, I got a few new symptoms. On Friday, I returned to the doctor and received two shots in the backside. Within in 15 hrs, I began to feel like a new woman—not a completely healed woman, but much better.
As I began to gain new strength, I developed an appetite. That’s when it dawned on me. Who fed my kids all week while I was passed out in bed?!
My husband is a take charge kind of a guy. He runs an office at work and he runs things at our house, too. He runs the dishwasher, the vacuum, and can clean a toilet better than me! (He was one of five children and trained well by his mother!) As good as those qualities are—he can’t cook. Well, I take that back. He can scramble eggs, make great pancakes, and use the microwave oven. So, that’s what he did.
The first night he found some frozen pop-corn shrimp and tater-tots in the freezer. The next night they had scrambled eggs, bacon, and biscuits—a favorite southern dish for both breakfast and dinner. After that he admits to serving fast food. All I can say to that is…Praise Jesus, the Lord Provides!
He does provide for whatever we need—healing, hope, comfort, assurance, understanding, forgiveness… and on and on His mercy goes. I pray that each of you will experience His mercy this weekend. And let’s not forget to thank God for His goodness. I will with each moment I grow healthier!
I’m going to extend your opportunity to win Gwen’s book through this weekend! You don’t want to miss it. Her story is one that begs to be told. Gwen writes as if she is sitting across the table with you having a conversation with her best friend. Check out her website too. Gwen does more than write. She speaks and is an award winning music artist! I’m honored to call her friend and serve along side of her in ministry!