Going to the prayer room is good. Breathing is also good. Unfortunately, my dysfunction with the latter is interfering with my ability to do the former. After getting fevery, but not much else on Wednesday, recovering well on Thursday and going into IHOP feeling much better on Friday, I woke up Saturday unsure about where oxygen and I stood with each other.
Now, a dose of Mucinex and about three bajillion Kleenex later, I am again sitting at home, knowing my worship team is about to rock it out at the 4:00am set. And I am sitting at home. Gosh, I’m going to be glad when Jesus is on the earth and this whole silly sickness thing is over with.
Lest I devolve completely into juvenile whining — as tempting as that sounds right now — I want to quickly own that these past few days have been anything but a total loss. Read the rest of this entry »