My husband and I went to a Rhonda Vincent bluegrass concert last night. He had purchased the tickets months ago, and we both were so looking forward to it. I am not a big fan of bluegrass, except for the Gospel bluegrass. However, I always enjoy a live concert. We had been in there for about 35 minutes when I started to feel sick to my stomach. Where we were sitting was next to the wall with two other people to the left of me. Then of course the auditorium was filled to capacity. I envisioned myself getting sick right there and then, and I have to tell you ... it was not a pretty picture. I excused myself, went to the restroom, and never felt safe enough to return to the concert. I purchased a bottle of ginger ale and paced in the lobby until they broke for intermission. My husband found me and said (before I could say anything), "My gosh, what is wrong? You are white as a ghost!" I explained to him I just suddenly took ill. I wanted him to return to the concert, but he was adamant we needed to go home. I felt so badly about the entire evening being ruined, but my precious husband did everything possible to make me feel as if it was no big deal.
There was another time when I 'suddenly' took ill, and as the above was playing out in my head, it was all I could think upon. My husband was scheduled to have surgery. We had to be at the hospital at some unheard of hour of the morning. On the way to the hospital, I felt sick to my stomach. I never said anything. I thought the nausea would pass. We were in this hospital room, and they were prepping my husband for surgery. I was standing to the left of the bed holding our things, next to the tray they serve dinners on, and wham ... out of nowhere I started vomiting. Yes, right then and there ... all over everything. The nurses and doctor came rushing to my aide, leaving my husband lying there. I assured them all I was fine. We cleaned up the mess, and then we all commenced to laughing. The doctor said, "I must have the wrong patient laying in this bed!" I was so embarrassed. What is one to do at times as this ... LOL ... :)!
My son is at his daddy's this weekend. I always miss him so much when he is gone. The house is just too quiet. But, I have to be honest ... part of me enjoys the solitude also! It gives me time as this to simply write, immerse myself in reflection of the past week, and study His Word. I think we all need time to ourselves. It allows us to freely come to the foot of the Cross and just unload. In this world, we carry such a burden for others and quite the load within. We need to completely cast our cares from the past week so we can embrace a new week with passion and joy. I so hope you are taking this kind of time for yourself. It is great nourishment for the soul, mind, and body.
I am going to visit with one of my older brothers today. He suffers with Parkinson's, but he is managing well for himself. He does all he can and he is proving to be quite the fighter. His faith in God is carrying him well past the point where I feel others would be in a nursing home by now, or at the very least an assisted-living facility. I worry about him falling, but we have to trust that when the time comes he will be honest enough with himself to say so. We have discussed it and he knows it is a possibility in the future, but for now that is exactly where those thoughts are ... in the future! We are going to lunch and I am going to enjoy spending time with him. We do not see each other near enough.
Well, my precious friends, I could sit here all day and chat, but then I would get nothing accomplished. I am hoping as I journey in my study God will put it on my heart to write an article. I have not written one this week ... or has it been longer? Oh well, we will see!
Take care and have a wonderful weekend. Do not forget to take some time just for you!