So I have been fighting off a cold, and Sunday awoke pretty froggy. Then it got much, much worse as the day wore on. My voice is gone, a nasty cough has arisen, and here I am, reduced to writing and semaphore. Thankfully I enjoy writing, but the semaphore is obnoxious.
Mikayla was sweet yesterday afternoon, making me hot tea with honey, and Eliana was especially cuddly with me, adding to our nighttime prayers a petition that I would get better. This morning her prayer has not been answered yet. I must need more repentance.
So I am at home today and hope to be productive. I only need three more sermons to write until Epiphany, so perhaps I can work on that. I have my church laptop here, so I can even sit in bed while writing. Pretty nice.
Thankfully this voicelessness happened in a week when the Advent service is replaced by the Children’s Christmas Program. I do not have to worry about being able to talk until Sunday–and that is the Choir Cantata, so even that could be worse. Not that I don’t have shut-ins and hospital visits and appointments and Adult Instruction and who knows what else to do this week, but it could be worse, thanks be to God.