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Flappity, flap, flap

Posted Aug 07 2009 7:15pm
We had a guest speaker at church yesterday. Our preacher took his whole family on vacation for a week. (he forgot me - sad)

The guest speaker was one of our elders. He also happens to be my very wonderful friend Nyla's husband. Tony.

Tony loves eagles. Tony loves Isaiah 40:31. Yet those who wait for the LORD Will gain new strength; They will mount up with wings like eagles, They will run and not get tired, They will walk and not become weary. Tony preached on eagles and Isaiah yesterday.

It was a wonderful sermon.

One of his key points was that eagles SOAR. They don't flap. They don't work at it. They don't sit on the ground like prairie chickens hopping around and hoping to fly. The catch an air current and SOAR.

I'm a prairie chicken.

I finished chemo on Saturday. I made it to the family BBQ. I got up yesterday and went to church. I went directly to another BBQ. Then I came home, took a two hour nap, got up for about 3 more hours, then went back to bed.

When I woke up this morning I had MORE rashes, MORE sores, MORE places on my body that hurt. I'm hungry and nauseous at the same time. My teeth hurt. I don't have $2000. My kids are whiny. I have yard work to do that I won't be doing, because I can't walk, my feet have boo boos. My uncle's house got broken into yesterday and that makes my heart hurt. The sun went away. The laundry did not. I can't go to my Acappella meeting tomorrow, because Steve now has TWO jobs, and will have the van.

This morning, I'm not waiting upon the Lord. I'm not resting in His comfort. I'm weak and weary and faint.

I can't soar at all ... I'm just a prairie chicken.

Maybe tomorrow.
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