In the wee small hours...

I'm having that Carly Simon song run through my head, about "in the wee small hours of the morning...that's the time I miss you most of all." though to be perfectly honest, what I'm missing isn’t a person...though there are many friends in the Southeastern portion of the US I am missing dearly, what I'm missing at the moment is sleep. The good news is, the second round of antibiotics seem to be forcing progress onto my feeble body…we'll know for sure when we go back and check in with the doc tomorrow, but it looks like it'll be good news. The bad news is, the first listed side effect for this antibiotic is trouble sleeping. Well...sign me up I'm the poster child! Sleep isn't something you every really think much about till you aren't getting enough of it or until you can't seem to fall asleep, then it becomes this confounding mystery of how to get to sleep. There are a million folk remedies...warm milk ( not so great for the lactose intolerant!), herbal tea ( yummy but ineffective), calming scents like lavender or vanilla. But, alas they are to no avail. My husband is sleeping ( well deserved he's been nothing short of saintly in taking care of me over the last two weeks, and he's lost a lot of sleep in the process) quietly and here I am in front of a computer writing the those who read about my lack of sleep. I'm sure by morning I'll be sound asleep when the alarm goes off making it difficult to start the day on time. Thankfully, there are no pressing engagements first thing in the morning so I've got a bit of a reprieve. I've noticed something though, in this time of being sick...the comfort of silence...knowing there is someone else in the room who you can sit with all day and say nothing...yet know everything has been said that needed to and the day was a complete success. Friends and loved ones who invite us in and welcome us to that time of silence when nothing is heard and everything is said. I hope as you read this there is someone you can sit in silence with, and if its been a while...why not give them a call, I'm sure they are missing you too....to silence and to sleep...and all the other blessings yet to come.

Leave them there

Well...Its been a while. But life, has a funny way of keeping you busy. A happy belated Purim to all. I mention Purim because I had an invite to bake Hamantachen, which I was to ill to take up on. I ended up in urgent care not 48 hours later. Have I mentioned my lungs are not friends with something here in LA? The lyric from an old church song has run through my mind quite a bit this week..."bring your burdens to the Lord and leave them there." I guess its kind of had me thinking. I should explain.

In the midst of being sick my niece has also been sick. Barely a week ago they thought they'd have to do surgery on her. Now she's at home. The fluid build up/ gunk shrank and they'll re-check her this week to make sure but she's at home, no stitches no surgery, just some icky meds. My niece my whole family really, tend to be walking examples of the power of prayer.

When people all over the world begin to pray, to intercess it is a powerful thing. Though I know the pangs of how much it feels like you aren't doing anything. As I've been sick I've watched my husband pray for me knowing its the most powerful thing he can do for me, yet seeing in his face he wishes there were more. I know my brother and his wife likely had the same look on their faces as they prayed for Annabelle( who I still say is bar none the cutest niece on the planet!).

But our worry is really vanity. Our prayers are to the living God who is also the Great Physician. He knows I am only breathing on this day or any day because of His incredible healing power. I am blessed beyond anything I can come up with by His mercy. Then again, aren't we all? I'm struck with what wonders would happen if we could all find the strength He will give us if with all our problems from the last pair of the right size pants to hours spent in coughing fits that are painful to hurting hearts....If we just completely let go of them and handed them over to God...I read a sign once it said "Give your worries to God, He'll be up all night anyway."

Well I think I'm rambling now, but before I go one last thing. Blessings to you all and those you love and may we all give them over on this night and every night and have a peaceful sleep in knowing that God is in control and there is no problem to big or to small that he cannot take care of it.