I awoke this morning to find my face bloated like a full moon and my comfy pajamas feeling extremely tight. I’ve been taking this funky medication all week and feeling stranger and crazier as each day goes by.
So I rushed to the internet to look up side effects. Among the lengthy list of gory possibilities I found:
exhaustion(OK, that’s normal.)
a false sense of well-being(that’s considered a negative?)
The fog in my head was so thick that my most immediate worry(beyond finding everyone’s church clothes) was “How on earth can I teach Sunday School with my head full of mud?”
We rushed to church and even with 10 minutes to spare had to sit on the front row. But I leaned behind me and talked to my friend Heidi– “You know how I asked you to contribute 10 minutes or so to the lesson today? How much material do you have?”
“Oh I over-prepared. I have more than enough to take the whole time.”
Hallelujah! Am I the luckiest girl in the whole wide world or what? I simply sat back and enjoyed her incredible lesson. It was on the allegory of the olive tree in Jacob– quite possibly the most difficult chapter in holy writ.
Bless her. Heidi is just amazing. She drew out symbolism, imagery and personal applications while making this complicated parable clear, structured and FASCINATING. I couldn’t wait to go home and study it more.
To me the mark of a great teacher is one who inspires you to learn more on your own. An instructor hands out samples; we pull our own chair up to the feast.
After church we cleaned up the house for a youth meeting later tonight. Is there anything more beautiful than this?
Hmm, maybe this?
Since the meeting was on avoiding pornography I took my four little ones on a bike ride to visit neighbors. We had a great night riding around the neighborhood and chatting with friends with Gabe in Mary screaming from the bike trailer towed behind me.
See that’s the benefit of this injury. I’m riding bikes with my kiddos, attending a spinning class with my superstar-Olympic Trials-qualifying-running friend(um, yeah, she usually drops me during the first mile when we run), taking yoga classes and walking with a new friend. I know in a a few short weeks I’ll be healthier than ever, my face will return to normal and I’ll get a sudden 5 lb loss when this water weight seeps away.
Maybe it’s just the “false sense of well-being” talking? Whatever it is; I’ll take it.