A Snotty Little Cold

Last week on Wednesday when I went to the youth Mass in the evening at my church, I felt completely worn out.  I felt as though I was too tired to be there.  The homily was really good, but I can't remember most of it.  Something about paying attention, I think.  I sat with my women's prayer group friends and it felt a little odd to see my husband across the way by himself.  It was dark by the time we left the Mass.  I felt beyond tired.  I wondered what in the world was wrong with me.

Then Thursday I woke up to a sore throat and by Friday the snotty little cold had come to visit me.  There must be a purpose to the cold.  I always feel really awful when I get one because I have trouble sleeping on a good day, but with a cold, forget about it.  So, I haven't been sleeping.  When I am that tired it is hard to think, let alone pray.  The only good thing in prayer on snotty little cold days is I say frequently, "Lord, have mercy, help me!"

By Saturday morning I was feeling a little better, although still not sleeping.  I got up and went to the Magnificat Women's Prayer breakfast where I was a hostess and an intercessory pray-er.  I felt pretty good all morning, although some of that is attributable to the 3 or 4 cups of regular coffee I drank because I never ever drink coffee.  I was flying.  Until prayer for the last woman, when I thought I was going to fall over.

I got lost driving home and it was obvious that my energy was spent.  I was tired and snotty.  I am not good for much when I have a cold.  The good part is--it has been long enough since I had the last one so that I could buy some more sudafedren.

So, by today, I hope that the snotty little cold is on the way out.  I hope that I have energy again and that every doesn't seem too hard.  I hope that I feel like praying and listening at prayer.  But, even if I am not, I can say, "Lord, have mercy, help me!"