Well, the ick landed and it landed here. My poor poor girl got struck last night. Can someone tell me why these things always hit at night when you are about to go to sleep? Is there some medical reason for that?
The only time I ever knew of someone getting it during the day was once when my husband got it, and that really didn't count because he was working nights and had come home to sleep. So technically it was night for him.
Anyhoo - Of course it was after we exposed her piano teacher and her family, Aunt Mama Hen and her family, her cousin and his family, her grandmother and her clients at her salon, and her great grandparents.
You know, share and share alike. Sorry everyone.
Last night in the midst of her inner turmoil (I'll spare you the details) I commented that we never know why these things happen.
My girl, whom I hope to be like when I grow up, said, "If God didn't want me to have this He could stop it so we just need to pray and find out what we need to learn from this."
Seriously.
She's really sad about the possibility of missing Resurrection Sunday activities, so we're praying she is much better by then, but, well, see her words above.
I guess I'm surrounded by little evangelists. I have always said my nephew is going to be a preacher or a politician and I'm pretty sure we're going toward preacher. Whew.
You should hear his voice (because you would- loud and clear) and see the way he works a room. He never meets a stranger.
Yesterday he got in the car and told us he was "reawy, reawy happy."
I told him I was so glad. Who doesn't love it when people are happy?
He then said, "Let's pray."
No kidding.
Then, my three year old nephew led us in telling God "thank you for being happy."
Well, we're off to naturally medicate (any suggestions?) and watch movies on the couch all day.
We tried to watch a kids show on t.v. but thankfully the government knows what's best for my family, since I don't, and made it so that the television breaks up every two seconds and it's pointless to watch.
You knew I could work in my disdain for government control somewhere didn't you?
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Poor thing! I hope I'm like her when I grow up too. If her tummy is upset, peppermint tea is nice:)
Your daughter has grasped the doctrine of God's Sovereignty well. Can she come teach me?
Yes, she and Logan need to come and preach it to me everyday!
So hope she gets to feeling better. So far so good over here.
How sweet (the wisdom, not the illness). I love the last bit about government control. It's a great reminder of why I like you so much! Lisa~
Peppermint tea for the tummy.
Wow. That is fabulous. She's amazing!
I've always wondered why it happens at night, too. UGH.
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