I was right about that darn fever...sigh. I've been in bed all day alternating between burning up and shivering. My head feels like it's stuffed with jagged shards of glass and cotton. Poor Annabeth is sick as well with fever, coughing and canker sores filling her mouth and throat. Now that you feel sorry for pitiful little us, look at the body of Christ at work once again. My precious friend Jennifer brought us bread and soup, and her daughter Anna made sweet little get-well notes. These are the kindnesses I wrote about in yesterday's entry. To be thought of and cared for is such a humbling gift. Warm food and kind words are nourishment for the sick body and the downcast soul. Lord, please make me aware of how I can be Your hands and feet to those You've providentially placed in my path just as You've had Your children share your love with me.
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