I got sick. I usually do when I travel.
One day we sat in a broken down bus for two hours and were breathing in all sorts of nasty gases. Later that night, I had some, uh, issues. (So did some of the other kids who were on the bus.) So it was what, three in the morning? And I had gotten up to go to the bathroom, and meanwhile discovered that I was going to puke. So I did, but anyways that's not the point. While I was puking, excuse the grossness of this please, I was filled with this indescribable joy. A song I hadn't sung since I was little and can't since remember filled my mind, and I sang it to myself over and over and over during that terrible half an hour or however long it was. I was making jokes in my mind about what sort of dying animal I probably sounded like. I was joyful, crazily joyful. I haven't been able to remember the song since then either.
As I'm getting ready to go to someplace new this Christmas, I'm being reminded that even if anything does go wrong, I don't need to worry about it, because without even asking J filled me with such wonderful joy that night.
laaaaa!
much love!
~p
I LOVE you. I LOVE that. one time when i was puking from a virus (also around 3 in the morning), i remember having this weird moment where i was sort of praying and the thought came to mind, I wonder if G can accept this as worship somehow. I think he can redeem stuff like that, too.
ReplyDeleteIt's always an adventure. :)