I'm going back to bed.
This is not a gift I wanted from God,
I think it's one of His Great Mercies
I'm being forced to lay down and rest,
which is, probably, something I needed.
Well, it's not something I
It is something I needed.
I had to miss activities yesterday.
I missed a birthday party.
I didn't get to Mass.
I'm not sure I'll make Mass today.
It is what it is.
I offered this illness to God.
I know he'll do with it what He feels is best.
It's after 7 AM, and it's not light yet.
I ache, but I think the fever broke.
Maybe I'll feel better soon.
I'd rather go to Mass today than not.
This is not a gift I want,
it's a gift I must need.
Sigh. None of which I have learned.
Please say a prayer for me today.
I will feel better soon, I know.
Thank You, Lord, for this gift.