Healing the soul.

At the end of the day on Friday, my assistant said, “I didn’t think you were going to make it today.” I didn’t think so, either. My back was still very sore, and my head was congested, and my whole body was weary, and I was convinced that I had developed a sinus infection. After work, we drove straight to Scott and Kelly’s house (except for the part where I was driving and I missed a very easy turn . . . and then Mike took over, which was probably for the best), and I am not sure that they thought I was going to make it, either. But, after sleeping in on Saturday, I felt better than I had all week, and we spent the day running errands and learning how to play Settlers of Catan, finishing the day with a basketball game that ended just as I had hoped it would.

The only thing that was difficult for me at all was Saturday night’s church service, which managed to be about one of my hot-button issues. Or maybe hot-button isn’t the right phrase . . . I would say, rather than growing incensed, I put up a wall, and I did not want to deal with this wall in a strange church, surrounded by people I didn’t know. Because the message was about healing, and, despite my protestations to the contrary, I have a lot of confusion and questions about that issue, about praying for healing, and about what kinds of things we can expect. I want to believe in miracles, but life doesn’t seem to be that way most of the time. I don’t know how to deal with those questions, because I am afraid they will give me some answers I don’t want to hear. So I just waited patiently until it was all over.

Whether or not I know exactly how I feel about physical healing, this weekend away restored my soul a little bit. It was nice to have that time with friends, to eat delicious food, to lounge around and sleep in. Mike and I listened to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on the way home. There are only ten more school days until spring break. I had a Cadbury egg. Today, things seem much more manageable than they did on Friday afternoon.

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