The start to this week was wild. On Saturday I saw Michael Feldman quickly, and then I spent the night at Tim and Tanya’s. The latter event was an unplanned thing. We were up very late playing games with their neighbors, chatting, and having as much fun as possible. Eventually, though, we grew so tired that we could barely talk to each other. It was past my bedtime, surely. I slept there because I didn’t want to make Tim drive me back to my apartment. They are constantly offering a night over at their condo, anyway. It was nice. The next morning, however, I didn’t feel well when I woke up. But on a positive note, they made blueberry pancakes from their abundance of frozen blueberries that Tanya picked with “the fam” earlier in the summer. It was, of course, scrumptious.
Even then, though, I didn’t feel well. My muscles ached and I had that feverish feeling rising in my neck and the back of my head. By the time I went to church I felt like I may be more sick—the sort of sickness that requires a restroom and a few hours to lie on a sofa. But they needed me to run the PowerPoint presentation. While I was up in the booth I asked Mr. Back, who was then running the sound board next to me, to pray for healing in my body. I made it through the service fine. And then, it was time to baby-sit!
Dolores, one of the ladies I work with, had asked me to watch her three grandchildren, all boys. On Friday I had agreed to do it. And, praise the Lord, by the time she came to get me at church, my body was restored. I didn’t feel sick at all. I was tired, but I was ready to go.
Thankfully, the youngest, Nathan, who is two years old, was taken with Dolores and her daughter Jeanie; I was only watching Noah, four years old, and Jake, six-and-almost-seven years old. It was so much fun!
I had forgotten how much fun boyhood was and is. I had forgotten that I could shoot laser beams out of my hands if I put a biking glove on and squinted really hard. I had forgotten that pirates could fly sometimes. I had forgotten the simple pleasures of snack time. The boys liked me, I think. They weren’t accustomed to having another boy be their babysitter; I don’t think most boys are. We wrestled and flew around and shot laser beams for nearly five hours. And then Dolores and Jeanie took me out to eat with them. I didn’t get back to my apartment until nearly 20:30, over twenty-four hours after I had gone to see Tim and Tanya.
The rest of my week has been interesting, and completely blessed. People have continued to give me free food. Lunch and dinner on Saturday. Breakfast (and snack-time) and dinner on Sunday night. Dinner last night. Lunch today. God is good, and I am so thankful. Yesterday I was kidnapped by my friend Chad and taken to his house for some grub. I met some people that I’d never spoken to before. It was a good time. They decided to go swimming at a friend’s house at 22:00, and I therefore walked home to catch up on some sleep, though I didn’t actually sleep until midnight. Tonight is going to be quiet. I’m going to a lecture by my former seminar tutor, Mr. Weinman. It should be interesting. It’s on Aristotle, I think, but I’m not sure of the exact topic. (I’ll post a report.) After that, I may read or write or listen to music. I also want to write up a review of Creation Regained, eventually, but as the academic year approaches and I procrastinate on the writing I must do with regards to my recent trip to India, I find myself limited on time for such fancy.
I love you all. Thank you for your prayers. My God hears you, and I can feel His Spirit overshadowing me.
Even then, though, I didn’t feel well. My muscles ached and I had that feverish feeling rising in my neck and the back of my head. By the time I went to church I felt like I may be more sick—the sort of sickness that requires a restroom and a few hours to lie on a sofa. But they needed me to run the PowerPoint presentation. While I was up in the booth I asked Mr. Back, who was then running the sound board next to me, to pray for healing in my body. I made it through the service fine. And then, it was time to baby-sit!
Dolores, one of the ladies I work with, had asked me to watch her three grandchildren, all boys. On Friday I had agreed to do it. And, praise the Lord, by the time she came to get me at church, my body was restored. I didn’t feel sick at all. I was tired, but I was ready to go.
Thankfully, the youngest, Nathan, who is two years old, was taken with Dolores and her daughter Jeanie; I was only watching Noah, four years old, and Jake, six-and-almost-seven years old. It was so much fun!
I had forgotten how much fun boyhood was and is. I had forgotten that I could shoot laser beams out of my hands if I put a biking glove on and squinted really hard. I had forgotten that pirates could fly sometimes. I had forgotten the simple pleasures of snack time. The boys liked me, I think. They weren’t accustomed to having another boy be their babysitter; I don’t think most boys are. We wrestled and flew around and shot laser beams for nearly five hours. And then Dolores and Jeanie took me out to eat with them. I didn’t get back to my apartment until nearly 20:30, over twenty-four hours after I had gone to see Tim and Tanya.
The rest of my week has been interesting, and completely blessed. People have continued to give me free food. Lunch and dinner on Saturday. Breakfast (and snack-time) and dinner on Sunday night. Dinner last night. Lunch today. God is good, and I am so thankful. Yesterday I was kidnapped by my friend Chad and taken to his house for some grub. I met some people that I’d never spoken to before. It was a good time. They decided to go swimming at a friend’s house at 22:00, and I therefore walked home to catch up on some sleep, though I didn’t actually sleep until midnight. Tonight is going to be quiet. I’m going to a lecture by my former seminar tutor, Mr. Weinman. It should be interesting. It’s on Aristotle, I think, but I’m not sure of the exact topic. (I’ll post a report.) After that, I may read or write or listen to music. I also want to write up a review of Creation Regained, eventually, but as the academic year approaches and I procrastinate on the writing I must do with regards to my recent trip to India, I find myself limited on time for such fancy.
I love you all. Thank you for your prayers. My God hears you, and I can feel His Spirit overshadowing me.
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