I went on vacation last week. It is rare that the Bru Crew goes on vacation other than to visit family somewhere, and this was no exception. This vacation was a little bit different though because we went for Vacation Bible School. I know, I know, the word vacation in there doesn't mean you have to go while you're on vacation, but the church of my youth is so special to me, and in years past (last year being the exception) my own church hasn't done VBS. This year, with our building destroyed by the tornado, we're still figuring out what we're doing. So, I went on vacation for Vacation Bible School. Wait, it get's better...the theme was the beach, and I was at the beach! How much more literal can you get? It was a good week of VBS, but my time there was crazy busy, with my afternoons and weekends filled with shopping, swimming, the beach, a trip to Urgent Care for X-rays (Nothing was broken, praise God!), cooking, and lots of eating out. It was non-stop. The whole drive home on Monday, I planned this week-what I needed to do when, ha, ha, ha! The plans of man are not the plans of God. I was planning another non-stop week with a funeral, swimming lessons (cancelled), school preparation, cleaning, laundry, etc. Tuesday morning, I was quite sick. Some of my symptoms started Saturday, but Tuesday, I felt like I'd been run over by a truck and left for dead. My tonsils hurt, my ear hurt, my head throbbed, I was dizzy, it hurt to breathe, and I couldn't keep food down. So much for my plans. I spent all day Tuesday and Wednesday sitting around (because it hurt worse to breathe when I lay) watching TV because my head hurt too badly to read. By Thursday, I decided I needed to go to the doctor. I was diagnosed with a viral URI and prescribed medication to treat my worse symptoms. I still spent the day sitting around, but by late afternoon/evening I felt decent enough to unload and reload the dishwasher and cook dinner, even if I didn't feel well enough to eat it. Sadly, even though I never ran a fever, I was contagious. One of the kids got all my symptoms plus a fever, another was queasy and it hurt to breathe and ran a fever, a third had painful breathing and that was it, and the fourth threw up and that was it. Thankfully, Bru Crew Dad didn't catch it since he's leaving the country on a business trip on Sunday. Also, thankfully, today I feel almost human again. It doesn't hurt to breathe! My head hurts, but doesn't throb, and I successfully ate breakfast! Looks like I'll be doing laundry today, and trying to play some catch up from what I wanted to get done this week. Definitely not everything, I'll relapse for sure if I try to do a week's worth of work in one day, but at least enough laundry that Bru Crew Dad can pack for his trip.
Except for the funeral which I had to miss, all the work will wait. I would really have liked to go to this funeral to be there for this sweet family who lost their son tragically, but I was too sick, and it sounds like there was not enough room for those who attended anyway. Amazingly enough, despite my throbbing head and inability to read and comprehend words on the page the last couple of days, I could still read and comprehend my Bible. I kept up with my devotions this week, and God gave me complete peace about resting and taking it easy and about my plans being rejected. The kids were too sick to make much mess either, so we mostly all sat around watching movies or whatever, and the rest didn't matter. It amazes me how God can make Himself known and glorified even in our illnesses. What a mighty God we serve! Now, I'm off to tackle a portion of that mountain of laundry waiting for me!