I awoke with the feeling of razor blades in my throat. I have not had a sore throat like this in what seems like years. All I want to do is curl up with my quilt on the sofa and watch mindless television. I got a fire going in the stove, made some tea and toast and sat by the window watching the birds try to eat between the rain drops. Made me feel very thankful for a warm dry house. Emery did my chores yesterday and this morning and I know he will do them again tonight, he is that kind of thoughtful man. Last night he ran out to the local store to get me a certain kind of cough drops and came home with a card and a container of Vicks Vapor-rub. I love that man with every single cell in my body.
Today will be another do nothing kind of day, which doesn't even frustrate me today, I feel that yukky. I might just watch the birds and mind the fire and call that my "work" for the day.
"God takes men as they are... They are not chosen because they are perfect, but notwithstanding their imperfections, that through the knowledge and practice of the truth, through the grace of Christ, they may become transformed into His image."
Desire of Ages, p. 294