Yeparooski. That's the plan.
Those of you who know me, know I'm extremely easy to please. To a "simple" degree, actually, and often to the amusement of others. I find mildly funny things hilarious. I find things that most people would consider mundane interesting. I see beauty in the ordinary. I find joy in little things:
~a bathtub full of bubbles, a good book, a cup of hot cocoa
~the perfect parking spot
~oven-ready lasagna noodles (they save so much time!)
~a turkey sandwich with lettuce and tomato, some potato salad, a really good dill pickle
~the smudge-vaporizing power of Windex (little finger prints all over everything? poof, gone!)
~pulling Sophie in a wagon, while she collects "treasures" from our walk
~when leftovers fit just perfectly into the Tupperware container
~the smell of a football field on a crisp, fall night
...But, then, who doesn't delight in those things, right?
I'm not a grumpy person by nature. Most of the time, I love life.
That said, I'm admittedly not the greatest at finding peace outside of my circumstances. Rising above The Crapper. Pushing down the pain. Patiently pressing through when I'm bumping into walls and clutching trashcans. Finding a merry heart, despite the fear.
I'm especially not very good at these things when a lengthy amount of time passes without an end in sight. Waiting, especially without any promise of what you're desiring, is so discouraging. It wears on you physically. It frazzles you emotionally. It defeats you spiritually.
It changes you.
I really wish it didn't. I know there are those who are better at pushing though junk than I am. People with horrible afflictions, who somehow remain fully themselves - active, happy, calm and content. (With the help of some good ju-ju, perhaps?)
I'm not really one of those people. When I have trouble moving around, when I'm unable to drive, when I'm just kind-of there, trapped with my thoughts, I have trouble distracting myself from the wonkadoo and refocusing on all things daisy-like. Rising above the seemingly neverending funk is a bit of a challenge for me. (Russell, don't you dare yell out, "Understatement!" ...I know, I know.)
I ask you, if you would, to please pray for a couple of very specific things today.
1.) For Russell. That he would have a pleasant, relaxing day, watching football under a blanket in our cozy hotel. That I will have a non-needy day, and that a rest from caring for me will rejuvenate him mentally and physically.
2.) For me. That I will feel a sense of encouragement, despite the seeming lack of progress that we have made over the past several days of testing. That today will be nausea-free and the dizziness will be diminished to a degree that doing some Christmas shopping at the mall nearby might be possible (should the games on tv become dull). And mostly for a peace that transcends my circumstances and surpasses my understanding - one that comes from knowing that God cares for me and is in control.
3.) For both of us, patience and a good attitude as we hang out and wait for standby on Monday...and throw wads of sweaty cash at the City Centre Holiday Inn Express.
Yes, indeedy. We're doing our part to build the economy in Rochester. You're welcome, fine MinneSOOOtites. =)