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Being sick for the last FIVE freaking days has proven to be quite the trial. I think it's always a trial to be sick, but I haven't been sick to this degree for a while. I wasn't even able to read my Bible because it made me nauseous. Moving around too much even made me sick. Thankfully I had a break from it all to go to church on Sunday and out with friends-which I'm wondering if it all made me more ill. And I learned moving around made me sick when I went to rent some movies. It's been humbling-to be so low and weak, but to also have everyone know about it! Yes, I threw up a lot this weekend and more.

And I am most certain TV is a thing of my past. It's funny how a sabbatical from it can open your eyes to the absolute sickness of what's being made for MILLIONS of people to sit mindlessly(or so we think) in front of a plastic box and drink in. I've had my fill for the year.

I'm loving this time of being in recovery and healing. I ate mashed potatoes this evening and they were THE best meal of my life! Then I found some strawberries. MMmmm. Honestly, being sick has given me a renewal. I have such a huge need for my Father that was there before but now I just want to reach out to Him. There's this sort of zest I have now. I want God and fresh fruit and fresh air and life. What I want right now is something that will last, something solid and honest. Warmth. Strong but gentle arms embracing me. Goodness. A deep and meaningful conversation. Connection. Not just a pretend sentence composed of cliche phrases and aught-to-says.