I’m back! After 39 days, 2 antibiotics, nasal spray, inhaler, vaporizer and much, much prayer, I feel human again. Or perhaps I should say super human, since sickness is certainly a part of being human. I am blessed with good health. In fact so blessed that I take it for granted. And that is not a good thing. God has granted me the gift of health and I will try to never take that gift for granted again.
I often see people in wheelchairs, or with canes, some even attached to oxygen tanks, as they look wistfully at those of us who aren’t dependent upon those things to get around. I said I see them, but in fact until the last 39 days I didn’t really SEE them. Now I find myself really looking at them and saying a prayer that they will recover and be able to live a more active life.
You see I am 60 years old and a grandmother, but I am a grandmother who still climbs trees and slides and dances crazy dances with my granddaughters. I want to continue being able to do those things and more. So with God’s help I will take better care of myself when I feel a sore throat coming on. I will be more “obedient” when Steve says I need to rest. And I will pray for those who suffer from chronic disabilities.