3 out of 4 members of my family have been sick this week. Horrendously, projectile-ly sick, thanks no doubt to this little thing
I've never been so sick. Midway through the night I laid my hands on my abdomen and prayed out loud: "God, take this away, make me feel better. I've got a meeting on tomorrow that I REALLY want to go to" (I was trying to practise my best healing prayers, so of course I added "in the name of Jesus") and I'm sure I heard a voice saying "uh-huh, what do you think I'm doing??"
Being sick, of course, is our body's way of getting rid of harmful substances.
But I've had to rest up and not go out for this, the second day.
Feeling sad that I missed a special team day!