Uuuuuuugh

We've always taught our sweet boy to share, and don't you know, Isaac has given us all the sore throat and fever that he had last week. Erin, Kate, Jim and myself are all aching, feverish and coughing, leaving Isaac and Bekah to be the only ones on their feet this weekend. Bekah went with a family from church this morning to a place in Lancaster County which is famous for it's breakfast buffet. I gave her permission to just go home with them, hoping to spare her the worst of our plague.

The bummer is, this is the weekend that our church is participating the the 1st annual Greater Reading Gathering of Reformed Evangelicals, drawing together like-minded believers from four different churches in the area to worship together, learn from the word and fellowship. Jim managed to drag himself there last night with Bekah and Isaac, but today that will be quite out of the question. And we've been looking forward to this for weeks! I have had a very quiet morning- which around here is golden.

I'm reminded of one year that Jim, Nathaniel and I attended a Ligonier conference in Orlando.
We went to this conference, sponsored by Ligonier Ministries, almost every year we lived in Florida. Always a blessing to hear the speakers and worship with the thousands that attended, one of my favorite things was the bookstore where everything was sold at a discount. One year, having arrived early Thursday afternoon for the pre-conference, I started feeling poorly almost immediately, and by the time the afternoon session was over I was swimming in a feverish fog. Jim took me back to our hotel, with the bags full of books that we had already purchased, and I settled into that comfy bed, surrounded by books by John MacArthur, RC Sproul, Robert Godfrey, and other pastors, theologians and Puritains. The solitude was pure bliss.

My mom got wind of my condition and started calling. Somehow, not realizing my mistake, I told her which hotel we were staying in. She then got busy and before long had called Guest Services at the hotel and convinced them to go to a pharmacy and bring her poor dying daughter some of the most revolting cold remedies available for purchase, (which, of course, resulted in several calls from them as well).

Just give me quiet, liquids and soup...

Memories,...