I had no sooner finished with the doctor yesterday than I began to come down with a cold, a bad one. Had to miss physical therapy this morning: all I could do was go back to bed. I still feel pretty horrible, but not AS horrible as I felt earlier this morning.
Well, I’ll try to work today. It might not amount to much. But first I’ll try to eat a long-delayed breakfast.
I’m grateful for your prayers.
Your morning sounds a bit like mine. Not fun at all, but trusting the Lord, our Healer. Prayers for you continue, my friend.
And mine for you, Erlene–every day.