I hope, I hope, I hope that I’m not getting sick.
I fear that I might be.
I hope, I hope, I hope that I’ll get lots of sleep tonight.
I fear that I might lost track of time.
I hope, I hope, I hope that I’m not forgetting anything that I should be doing at this very moment.
I fear that I’m forgetting something key.
Today I’m trying to hope three times more than I fear. It’s so much better to have hope than fear. As you all know – if you have been reading for at least a couple months – I have an extremely wild and malicious imagination that tells me that disaster is impending almost every day. Yet, I remain an optimist.
My imagination told me today that this teeny tiny sore throat and hint of fatigue is actually Equine Flu (I made that up… even if it’s real, I made it up. We’ve had bird and swine flu, so I’m guessing horses are next.). I’ll be down for the count for weeks, and if that wasn’t bad enough, I’ll get behind on everything. And I won’t get to see my sister this weekend – which I need to, I just need to. And I’ll have to spend my entire Thanksgiving break doing makeup work, and I won’t get to eat mashed potatoes and Challah bread and that amazing meringue cake that is always at our Thanksgiving meal.
As I’ve mentioned before, my imagination is quite cruel.
I’m teaching it a lesson today by drinking lots of water and tea. I’m sucking on vitamin C drops and washing my hands a lot. I’m eating dried apples and mentally combating sickness. It’s not going to get me. No monstrous Halloween virus can take me down.
I have hope, hope, hope. Jesus is still good today, in case you were wondering. I woke up this morning and found that He was still here and still loves me and still redeems me and teaches me something new each day. He’s still faithful. It’s amazing, people. I’ve never had a friend like this.
Enter: Robin Williams singing “Friend Like Me”, but modify the words to fit Jesus. Just try to picture that.