I think the Plague has passed. All the towels have been washed with Clorox and the bathrooms scrubbed with disinfectant. No one has thrown up for over 12 hours - woohoo!
Thankfully, I didn't have the explosive eruptions the others experienced. My innards just feel like some kind of intestinal version of a lava lamp, and the muscles in my abdomen and lower back ache. Feels like I've been kicked in the stomach.
Today is Monday, and I woke up hoping that, after a rather hairy couple of days, I'd feel completely wonderful and ready for a new week. However, the churning in my belly as I rolled over in bed cautioned me that I'd better stick with moving slowly for at least a bit longer.
The intestinal burbling also brought to mind the passage about all things being made new - "He who was seated on the throne said, 'Behold, I am making all things new.'" (Revelation 21:5a) Yep, I thought, that's what I need: New. A new body, inside and out. This carcass I'm moving around in feels like a piece of trash, and my attitude isn't very lovely, either!
I'm a bit wiped out from working long hours at the Temple of Mammon last week. The Blitz. Black Friday. My family's a bit weak and weary from fighting the Plague. Except for making Polly's Pumpkin Pie, I didn't get to do any holiday baking this weekend. The long holiday weekend is past, and instead of feeling refreshed and invigorated, I feel like I've been run over by a steam roller. And I need to get groceries. And we need to tackle our schoolwork this morning.
Life doesn't stop.
I want New, and I want it now. Zappo! But God's timing isn't mine. Still, I find His promise very encouraging this gray, mizzly Monday morning: "Behold, I am making all things new...Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true." I am not suddenly made new, right now. No, I am being made new. In process. And God has promised that He will complete the task which He has begun.
Nothing like a rough and woolly weekend to make the promise of Newness sweeter, to make the anticipation of Newness stronger.
like a stone in your throat
1 year ago
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Oh, you are getting NEW but it is not what you expected. I will never be twenty again and I am becoming a lot like those "old people" I used to know. That is not too bad. Dad
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