I feel as though I’ve found my second home: walk-in-care at the local clinic. I’m starting to think there is something wrong with my house–that it is infested with something or maybe even cursed, if I were the “curse” believing type, which I’m not.
There have been a litany of diagnoses: impetigo, croup, strep…and a plethora of remedies: topical ointments, nebulizer treatments and oral antibiotics.
I’m tired, grouchy, strung out and annoyed. But then there is the little voice inside my head that reminds me to “be thankful in all circumstances”. Not just because it could be worse, but because this is God’s plan and purpose. (Honestly, the other voice inside my head responds with “blah blah blah”. Thought you should know.)
Besides being a better housekeeper, what is God trying to teach me through these hiccups in health? I have to be honest and say that I do not know. But I will continue to depend on Him because I’m still tired, grouchy, strung out and annoyed. And, to top it off, I have a nasty looking cold-sorish thing under my nose–think Groucho Marks mustache–courtesy of my daughter and her initial diagnosis which she lovingly shared with her mommy.
Ahhhh…yes. God is trying to teach me something.
