I, nor my husband, can remember me ever being as sick as I was the past week and a half. I'm not sure what was wrong, and I even went to see the doctor and he didn't know either. The doctor did give me some super-charged antibiotic and it's finally working. Whew!
I don't know about you, but I think funny things when I'm sick and this time was particularly interesting. I was lying on the couch coming in and out of a feverish sleep thinking, "When I go to heaven, who's going to vaccuum?" In reality, that would probably be one of the least of my family's worries, but I worried about it.
Now that my fever is broken, my thoughts are more like, "Would my children live godly? Would my grandchildren know my faith?" Those are the things that I live for.