Friday, January 3, 2014

Sometimes You Have to Adjust

It didn't go at all like I had planned. At all.

I felt fine last Friday. Hannah was coming down with something, but she was managing. We were on top of the world because Lindsey was coming.

You've met Lindsey here before.

She's lovely in a myriad of ways. But mostly because she gets me and my kids.

And that's gold around here.


Friday evening we picked her up at the airport. We started up without missing a beat. It was like we had seen each other last week. Our friendship fit like a glove. It's truly a blessing.

We took her to dinner at a local place and talked and ate and talked and had ice cream. And talked.

We drove home, put the girls to bed and stayed up late chatting.

It was the only day we'd be able to do that so effortlessly.

Because the next morning I woke up with the flu. At least I think it's the flu. I'll know for sure at today's doctor appointment, but I think it's a pretty safe bet. The fever, the aches, the cough, the misery. I'm guessing flu. Or plague.

Just kidding. It just felt that bad.

I spent the rest of her days with us on the couch.

She was a trooper. With Hannah and I (even Amy toward the end) out of commission, Ashley and Lindsey kept the place afloat, making meals, doing laundry, waiting on us hand and foot.

They were greatly appreciated.

But that wasn't what her visit was supposed to look like.

I had plans. We had restaurants to try and sights to see. She wasn't supposed to be stuck on my couch watching 17 episodes of Bonanza with my girls.

Or was she?

I didn't anticipate the flu disrupting my well planned days, but it did. I was surprised, but God wasn't. He knew we wouldn't get my to-do list completed. And I'm okay with that because my to-do list is never more important than whatever God puts in front of me on any given day.

I won't pretend to fully understand it, but I will accept it completely. Because I trust Him.

And so does Lindsey. My illness didn't phase her. I never saw anything except compassion and sacrifice from her. She cooked dinners, painted fingernails and played games. She let Hannah describe books and movies in agonizing detail. She talked crochet with Ashley and Christmas presents with Amy.


She never once complained.

She wouldn't be able to say the same of me.

Her adjustment time was faster than mine, but I came around. Eventually.

In the end we considered the flu a kind of gift. I had an agenda. I would have let "busy" take the lead. I would have hushed and hurried kids through activities and meals.

But instead, we stopped and enjoyed one another.

At home. On the couch. While watching Bonanza.

She's gone back to Texas now.

I'm still on the couch. But it's just not the same.

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