I marched into 2019 ready to shake things up. We spent the first few days in SoCal, helping my mom and sis prepare to move. Mom sold our childhood home, and there were 42 years and 4 generations of stuff to sort, entangled in oh so many emotions. We built in some fun (San Diego Zoo and Disneyland) because balance.

Home again, I hit the ground running–between two jobs, there was lots of activity, not to mention unpacking, laundry, all the regular routines.

I hustled myself smack dab into a brick wall. Cue one sleepless night, coughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.

I don’t get sick often. When I do, I can usually positive think my way past it. I might take a nap, or even take a day, but by Day 2 I’m back at it. This time, though, I sensed that pushing through would make things worse. I needed to honor my body and give it rest.

This week has been a long, boring blur of hydration, magazines, naps, TV, and intermittent attempts to focus my incoherent brain on work.

Meanwhile, my friend and creative companion has posted images on Instagram from our recent joint project, 31 Bible to-do cards featuring a word for each card, beautifully designed and hand-lettered by her, and a Bible verse (chosen) and prayer (written) by me.

On Sunday, my first sick day, she posted:


Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28

Lord, my body and soul are heavy. I’m coming to rest in your loving arms. Amen.

What a great reminder that Jesus invites us to rest in Him! Rather than trying to shoulder through on my own strength, I surrendered to His embrace.

A couple days later she posted:


This is what the Lord commanded: ‘Tomorrow is to be a day of sabbath rest, a holy sabbath to the Lord. Exodus 16:23

Lord, teach me to trust you as I obey your command to rest. Amen.

Another reminder, this time that I need to trust God when He tells me to rest. Here I am, at home, with time on my hands and a bazillion things that need doing, and I have exactly zero ounces of energy to do anything. Oh well, the family can step up or step around, stuff’ll get done eventually.

Rest is God’s gift, even when it comes as a necessary result from chance encounter with bad buggies. We tend to fight rest like willful children fight bedtime. This week, I’m learning to appreciate the gift.

Thankful Thursday

A leaky faucet has replaced my nose.

I have tried cranking the spiggot tight with extra fluids, quality nutrition, sleep, and meds. To no avail. Two nights ago I took one big green liquigel tablet from a two-pack, because one usually knocks me out for a solid eight hours, and it did; last night I took the other tablet – is it even possible that the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, aching, best sleep you ever got with a cold medicine was all in the first tab, and the one I took last only had the coughing, fever components, neither of which I need?

To switch metaphors completely, the shock of this night owl hooting that she’d be nesting down for the night at 8:30pm two nights in a row threatened to shake the rest of my flock off their perch.

This morning I got up, determined to power through (a skill that on most days might be one of my lesser superpowers), and felt so woozy I landed back in bed.

Still, I will put myself in the way of beauty. It’s a decision, an act of will. Even flopped out in a fog, I can choose beauty.

Today I am infinitely grateful for my soft and cozy bed, my warm house, and that I had nothing so urgent on today’s agenda that I couldn’t skip it.

I am grateful that I normally feel so much better than this, and that I will again soon.

I am grateful for a friend who picked up Tween for school and will keep him for some hang-out time this afternoon.

I am grateful that God loves me, that He can give me a good attitude even while I feel crummy.

I am grateful for my laptop computer – seems like a silly thing, but really, I am grateful.

I am grateful for the beautiful story I am in the midst of reading, and for two more library books already in my reading basket.

I am grateful for the beautiful flowers I bought myself at the grocery store, and for the lovely joy-filled greeting of a mentally disabled woman shopping with her caretaker.


I am grateful for the flock of quail that live beyond our fence, roost in our plum tree, and eat at our feeder. Tween and I laughed as they crowded in, black and white heads bobbing, plume feathers bouncing.

I am grateful for Tween’s laugh.

I am grateful for the winter roses blooming on my not-yet winter-pruned rose bushes.

winter rose

I am grateful for dog snuggles, and for the cat sleeping in a circle on my feet.

I am grateful that our Christmas amaryllis bloomed a second time.


I am grateful that Tween’s poison oak is going away at last.

I am grateful that my guys are competent to manage without me, at least for a time.

Wishing you beauty in all your circumstances!

Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18).