Flu-tide Greetings! (Only borderline funny, I know... Sorry. I need to get out more.)

It started with one teeny tiny germ that I picked up somewhere and BAM my whole world is put on hold. I have the flu. I've had it since Christmas Eve...so for days now I've sat and looked at the Christmas toys and trash and coats and laundry and everything else pile up in my germ infested home. Tim has of course been as much of a help as he can be in the time that he is home, but I am ready to clean my own house. Two cans of Lysol and a gallon of bleach await my recovery. I'm even ready to do laundry...and I HATE laundry. (SHICAH gasps.)

BUT while I have been on this couch of mine I eventually got board with analyzing which side I should lay on to make the snot drain out of my sinus'. (Which I have gotten pretty good at by the way...its kind of like when you are on a Tilt-a-whirl...it takes just the right timing of when to shift your weight to the other side...I know, you're jealous.) So anyway, after that got old...God finally got my attention. He showed me that I did it...the very thing that every Christian determines to NOT do each December. I let the parties and the shopping and the cookies and the family and the sick kids and then the flu overshadow my worship. I feel so robbed. Would you all mind if we did Christmas again? Just for me? Life Chuch wouldn't mind doing all 20,000 services again would they? Ok, probably not going to work out. I do think I will have my own little Christmas re-run though. Just me and Jesus. I've missed Him.