We are in New Hill, North Carolina for Christmas. My brother has a great place for the families and we are resting well. Resting well is the thing I want to put in here this morning for I was worried last night.
My oldest daughter, Lydia, is home for the holidays. She also has a cold and is coughing a lot. Well I was worried and let me tell you why. It has to do with the cough. Except for my son, Colin, my whole family is sleeping in one room. No worries there for the beds are great, the room warm and all that. As I prepared for bed last night Lydia was reclining on a couch and talking / coughing on the phone with her best friend from Texas (at least that is who I think she was talking with since they talk a lot!)
I had all of these ideas that she would cough and keep us all awake, etc., etc. I would be tired in the morning. The routine of getting up before the sun, grabbing coffee, praying, writing Sunday school lessons and this blog would all be thrashed. I generally keep these thoughts to myself and they were not roaring lions in my head. They were more squeaking mice, but squeaks have their own annoyances.
I sat in my bed reading the biography of Lecrae called Unashamed. Great book and it sure helps me see and understand more of his songs. The beats he puts to his life and lyrics put a helpful light on my work at Augusta State Medical Prison, but that is another story.