The flu bug hit fast and hard yesterday. By the time we were half way finished with our church service I was melting. Fever, achy joints, sore throat, headache… all classic flu symptoms. My personal nurse (I highly recommend that everyone have a personal nurse) volunteered to drive me home before church was finished and I took him up on that offer. I spent the rest of Sunday alternating between sleeping and being wrapped up in a blanket watching NFL. Aside from the pain and malaise, it’s not a bad way to spend a Sunday. I wrongly assumed that one day down and I’d be up and at them today.
Needless to say, today was not a good day to oversleep and miss the bus. Especially considering that I had to share my personal nurse with the hospital today. His last words to me before he left for work, “Goodbye. I love you. And, Eric just got up.”
Some days the opportunity to surrender begins earlier in the day than others. Today my first opportunity to surrender came at 6:54 a.m. Maybe it was because my throat hurt too badly to do any loud complaining or perhaps because I was still semi-comatose, either way I quietly surrendered to Eric’s need and got dressed. We were out the door in 10 minutes, me with a warmed up cup of coffee and my seat warmer on; and Eric with a bad start to his Monday.
It’s been said that life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you respond. I wish I could have articulated this to Eric this morning. I know his response… it’s my typical response. Rather than surrender to One who knows the plans He has for me, I tend to fight back. I guess after 42 years, I’m learning that it is in my attitude toward life that I struggle with surrender the most.
To quote Rich Mullins…