Well here I am again. The second Sunday of missing church. The virus has created my nasty cough, which can be quite a nuisance in church, which is reason enough to stay home. Right after finishing my blog yesterday, I got out of my chair and something snapped in my knee. This is the knee that was giving me trouble before I got this stupid virus. Somehow when we get sick, one malady takes away from the others. I guess that’s a good thing. God allows us to focus on one thing at a time.
My attention quickly changed from my cough to my knee, which now had me writhing in pain and unable to put weight on it. So it was back to the couch for the rest of the day, ice packs and Bio Freeze were on the menu. Having spent the past 48 hours in my pajamas, with hair in need of shampooing and hoping to make it from the couch to the bathroom without falling down, I was definitely ready to get ready for divine intervention.
When I did venture from the couch to the bathroom, I must’ve been quite a sight. Picture Gabby Hayes or Ma Kettle hobbling along on one foot, coughing like a barking dog, with no teeth. Good thing I had no visitors.
I’ve spent the greater part of my Sunday watching old musicals and westerns once more, I’m becoming quite an expert on melodramatic acting. Again my mind turned to silly random thoughts:
- Wouldn’t it be nice if all the fat on our bodies could be brushed off and magically turned into cash?
- Wouldn’t it be nice to be pain free
- Wouldn’t it be nice to be a teenager again and know everything, thereby being able to solve all the problems of the world?
- Better yet, wouldn’t it be nice to be 3 again – no cares, no depression or anxiety, just a longing to have fun?
- Wouldn’t it be nice to create a musical western (I think it’s already been done) where Matt Dillon and Festus carried nothing but pea shooters and sling shots in their holsters and Miss Kitty served energy drinks instead of whiskey? Instead of a show down in the street they could take it to the stage and instead of shooting each other, they’d break into song spontaneously.
Next week I intend to go to church. Last week my pastor graciously gave me the Lord’s Supper in our dining room. I know God understands why I haven’t been at worship. I know the people there are also praying for me and I know that I will get well. There’s great power in prayer. Even for the small things. Sunday seems like just another day when you don’t attend. It’s as if something is missing. Next week I’ll be in church. I’m sure to be up to my ears with Bonanza, Big Valley, Gun smoke, etc. I may even be ready to write that musical western.