My Bad Day: Someone Else's Dream

We've had an awful lot of sick in our family recently.

We've passed a stomach bug from one to another and back to one another...

We've made one trip to Lebonheur with Bentley...







...and we have begged God for relief.

Even in the throws of it all-I remember talking to myself as I sipped on sprite, lapped some warm soup and curled up like a baby in my warm bed. I was somehow able to find a half way mature response in the middle of my whining.....

I thought: "Somewhere there is a child, a mom, a homeless man...hurting. In REAL pain that is much greater than my nausea. Freezing. Hurting. To death.

Begging God for relief.

Why did the God of the universe choose me? Why do I have sprite? Why do I have warm soup? Why do I have a warm bed? Why is my battle just nausea....once or so a year?

I don't know...

I do know-when things are put into perspective, I say THANK you God.

Truth is, I don't deserve health or a home. So I am humbled and in awe of my sovereign Savior who has given me health and family and life.

I pray that because of what He's given me-I will find Him and call upon His name in the middle of what seems week-altering or mundane....and remember that my mundane is what homeless and hurting long for. Just a little nausea, a warm bed and a few loads of laundry to do when I get well...

I struggle lately to put my heart into written words...but I hope you know what I'm saying...

I'm linking you to a cool blog post. It doesn't even talk about the homeless, those are extra Candice thoughts...

This blog post is good though. Its real. Its sweet. It is something I relate to. Please go and read it. It reminded me of recent days in our home...

Soak up today. Our God is good.

A Holy Experience


- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone