What a day. It began Monday night at 8 when Isaiah got sick and it spread like wildfire until all my children and my wife at 5am Tuesday morning were all hurling chunks, calling for Ralff, naming the Buick, throwing up, feeding the fish, errupting molten lava, barf, spew, and vomiting. Apparently I'm the carrier since I feel great, aside from my noise hairs still smelling the puke everywhere I go. Why is it corn digests so slowly, we haven't even eaten corn?
Then on an even sadder note, the only person I have in the resthomes died at College Pines just a few minuets after 12 today. Thanks mom and Teresa for nurse -maiding my #1 family, so I can go be with my church family a little while today. Mrs. Lail was a very sweet lady - never a unkind work about anyone or anything did I ever hear her say. Always wanted to bo able to go to church one more time and see Gods people. Friday we will plant her house and await the Savior to glorify it in the soon coming Rapture.
My brother-in-law is now a homeowner I am told = welcome Luke to the world of debt, maybe you can find your way out, seems as though I can't. I am glad to see a house (which need work) that will soon become a home - it should begin with prayer. Unless God builds (or remodels) the house they labor in vain that build it. We will be praying for their sucess, physically, and spritiually.
Gotta go - the cleanup of undigested food awaits - our house has a new name "The Vomitorium"
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What an interesting post. I hope your family feels better very soon.
ReplyDeleteI like calling the physical body a house. I've never thought of that.