Monday night I got quite sick in a way I haven't in many years. For the past 5 years or so I have never gotten a strain of stomach flu that caused me to vomit. Before that, I hated to vomit, because it really just made me feel miserable, and I kinda had this irrational fear of dry heaving. Because of that every time I got sick, maybe twice a year, I would refuse to throw up. I would just merely wade through the nausea and get a lot of sleep. So this past Monday night while at play practice I realized that I was coming down with some kind of illness. I really hadn't been feeling well since we had left the house 2 hours before, but I had been desperately trying to fight it. Finally, at about 9 pm, I gave in and conceded that I was indeed ill, and thus called in sick for work the next day. Before we left practice, I somehow got into a discussion about being sick with a male friend of mine just a few months older than myself. I was telling this friend of mine about how when I
"Sow with a view to righteousness, reap in accordance with kindness, break up your fallow ground. For it is time to seek the LORD until He comes to rain righteousness on you." -Hosea 10:12