Into the Fire

And, although, this young lady is considerably younger than me, this picture says it all about what I was doing from late afternoon until this morning. No fun. My pregnancies were made up of this activity from conception to the eighth month so this is one of my most hated and dreadful activities.

Although I thought it was a touch of food poisoning because I didn't have real flu symptoms, my son ate similar food when we were at the mall and fortunately had no signs of sickness.

But then, me being who I am, I got in a spiritual "discussion" yesterday on Facebook. One of those where you're emphasizing the spiritual aspects which are left out of their reasoning and where I basically declared God was infallible and far more believable than man's calculations and theories. Of course, they didn't understand what I was saying. All they heard was how I was "against" science, etc.

As I lay in bed in the middle of the night contemplating the state of my condition, I was reminded of what happened to me many, many years ago in France after "defending" God in my discussion with a group of girls who were agnostic at best. I wasn't yet a Christian, but I knew there was a God, the God. I knew very little about Him, but I knew He was greater than mankind. Shortly after that discussion, in Aix en Provence, I was almost asphyxiated because I closed a window in the bathroom of the home where we were staying while I took a long shower with next to no water pressure. It turned out the window was open to dispel the leak from the propane gas. I didn't know about the leak.

The spiritual side of things is inarguable for me. Our enemy wants to kill us in order to shut us up. Not that my argument was so scintillating that I was presenting any danger of "conversion" for these individuals, but standing up for our supernatural and superior God is sometimes necessary – at least for me – regardless of our technical knowledge or ability to debate.

So. Whatever I endured from late afternoon until this morning I consider an interesting circumstance. Not a welcome one by any means, but I'm feeling better at this point, and that's my excuse for no blog post before now. Such as it is.

Father, thank you for my recovery and for reminding me of my experience in France. I love you, Lord. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.