I am just getting over an illness I’ve had for a few days. I’m still a little dizzy and dehydrated but other than that I think I’ll be getting back to work tomorrow. I am ashamed to say that I am one of the biggest babies when it comes to being sick. Thank you to my husband Shawn for coming home early and taking care of me.
I have not been this sick in awhile. At one point today I was laying on the couch and began to feel sorry for myself and tears welled up in my eyes. I saw my cell phone laying next to me and although there was nothing she could do for me at the time I called none other than my mother and began sobbing to her. Just hearing her voice made me feel just a little bit better.
Reading God’s word can make me feel this way sometimes. I’ll read something that cuts or hurts or is so raw I can’t stomach myself. I’ll think of how poorly I reacted to a certain situation or my ever-demanding selfishness and think of all of the sins that I have committed and I want to scream “How can He love….this.” But then I hear it…that small gentle voice as sweet as honey…and I start to feel just a little bit better.
