The (Short) Season Of My Discontent

Whine alert; read no further if you are looking for something inspirational.

And now for a bullet list of my discontent:

  • I slept on the couch the past two nights. My husband is sick. He kept me awake, I kept him awake. So we slept apart. He is better, enough that he got a good day’s work in; but he’s back to a horizontal position again and I know he’s not 100%. 
  • I am not a fan of sleeping on the couch.
  • I like sleeping with my husband.
  • I’m a little grouchy about items two and three.
  • I think I’m starting the get this crud, or at least some personalized version. Head hurts, congestion creeping in. Throat burns. Eyes hurt. Of course, these may just be symptoms of sleeping on the couch.
  • I have no time to be sick.
  • I don’t want to be sick on Sunday; I love the songs we have planned for church and I actually get to sing two of them. I don’t want to be sick.
  • I don’t know what we’re having for dinner tonight.
  • My knee hurts like crazy. I have an order for an MRI, but the doc (and any educated person I ask) seems to think it’s a torn meniscus. I see surgery (EEK!), crutches and hobbling around in my future. I don’t like that.
  • My right knee is the one that is injured, which is my stomping knee. Hmmm…

On the bright side, the weather was gorgeous today. The windows are open, the bright sky gives a promise of spring.

That is all.

4 thoughts on “The (Short) Season Of My Discontent

  1. Dear Jesus, please heal Beth's stomping knee. Without surgery. You know that she uses that knee as part of her worship leading and Beth sitting still…well she will be lifting you up in praise but it won't be as entertaining for the rest of us. Plus I don't want my friend to have to deal with pain and hobbling around. She is a busy wife, mom and arts pastor and stuff. Plus if she has to have surgery it will mean weeks of sleeping on the couch downstairs, which we all know she doesn't like (and for good reason). So please bring a healing on her knee without incapacitating her for six weeks. Also, please heal her throat and keep those cold and flu germs away…make them flee, because she is gonna sing awesome for You this weekend and we all would be blessed by that. But Jesus, if she's gotta go through being sick and having a bum knee for a while, it's OK. We will bring her Starbucks and chocolate, in Your name, amen.


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