Not According To Plan

Last Saturday was the day of my mom's funeral. It would also turn out to be the first time in over a dozen years that our entire family, consisting of my brother and sisters, our children, and now a growing group of grandchildren, had gotten together. As luck would have it, last Wednesday I came down with a viral infection.  Since that time, I  have fought through various phases, and combinations, of a sore throat, coughs, runny noses, and fevers. You all know what I'm talking about. From last Thursday through this Tuesday, I was barely able to talk, sometimes even having to whisper.

 

Heal Thyself

When the symptoms started, I of course did everything I could to treat them. Sinus medicine, nose drops, neti pot, and extra rest. And, probably most importantly, I prayed, as did my wife.

 

God's Healing

So how did Saturday day go? Saturday I woke up feeling absolutely fine. No sore throat, cough, runny nose, or even a hoarse voice. We left the motel at about nine in the morning to go to a graveside service in twenty degree weather. After that a quick lunch, followed by a memorial service at the church. After that we had a family gathering at one of my nieces house, where we stayed until about seven in the evening. And I made it through all of this without any signs of my viral infection.

 

At Midnight, You Turn Back Into A Pumpkin

All of this lasted until we were on our way back to the motel, and decided to stop at a McDonald's. At the drive through, I suddenly found myself so hoarse, that I had to have my son give the order. And since that time, I have still fought through various symptoms. And even today, I still have a  cough. However, for one day, the day I really needed it, I was perfectly well. And I  believe that this truly was an answer to prayer.