For the last few days, NM has been choosing to read through the gospel of Luke on his own. He has to read to himself for 20 minutes a day for school. He was steeping himself in Sponge Bob books, but since he's gotten sick he's chosen Luke instead. Why Luke? They're going through it in church. My son is learning to love it. It's a matter of rote right now: How fast can I read it? Can I read all the big words? I love it.
I've caught the kids' bug. Not the pink eye, praise God for His mercy, but the bug that's causing the congestion. I can feel it and I'm tired but not as congested as they were. I'm glad! I have J's birthday party to work on and that won't wait for a cold. The nice thing about the cold is that I've taken the time to finish more knitting and the book The Heavenly Man. Please get it if you can. It really changes your perspective. I am humbled having read about the experiences of someone who can think this way: that to be suffering horribly in jail brings joy because you have nothing but God to depend on and to be hampered by the cares of the world is to be bound by sin.
So, the cold gets me excited? Yes. I am trying to put it into perspective. God is in control and He's allowed that inconvenience. He's going to work that to my benefit somehow.