Topic: It's a good thing
Okay, when I got off the computer last night I was feeling pretty sick. I went to bed after taking two Maalox and some Tylenol. I slept about an hour and then woke up when my sick husband crawled into bed. I was so nauseous and him moving around in the bed was making me sea sick! I asked him to go to the couch since we were both sick and we (he)were going to keep each other (namely me) up (with his coughing), but he said he was cold and needed to snuggle up to me. He was running a fever. How sweet of him to want to share his germs with me by snuggling. I told him to snuggle, but do it quietly and without much moving or else I'd barf on him. I got up twice during the next hour, thinking I was going to be sick, but nothing happened. I woke up around 2:30 this morning with the worst case of heartburn I've had since I was pregnant with Ab. After more Maalox I went back to bed and woke up almost fine this morning. I guess the fact that I ate two bowls of rice at 8:30 last night on a completely empty stomach just did not settle well. I have taken it kind of easy today, eating yogurt and crackers, sipping Coke. Things still feel precarious in the digestive department, but I still feel pretty okay.
Okay, so here's the "owe it all to God" thing. I laid back there in my bed last night curled up in a ball, chilling and praying. I already have one child sick with sinus crap (again), one child in the midst of an asthma flare-up and a husband who, if I were a betting woman, is on the verge of pneumonia. I just don't have time to get sick myself. So I prayed. Prayed hard. I don't normally buy into the making deals with God thing, but last night I was desperate. I prayed that He'd take away any germs that were contemplating making me ill and keep me healthy enough to take care of my family.
I think what cinched the deal was when I sincerely told God that if He'd keep me well I'd blog about Him and give Him full credit for any healing that might take place.
So here's to you, God - thank you so much.