Colds are one of those things that make you sick enough to want to go to bed and stay there, but they aren't really bad enough to go to bed and stay there. I have the cold that my son had last week. I never realize how much I appreciate a good, clear, deep breath until I can't get one anymore!
My husband's Amish/Mennonite roots show sometimes in the words he uses and one of my favorites is "punk". Not the kind of punk that conjures up images of a teen with an attitude, but he means it as a term of illness. The word punk means being just sick enough to feel lousy, but not sick enough to go to the doctor or stay in bed.
So today I feel punk. And I really just want to curl up with a good book and read. I want chicken noodle soup and lots of warm tea. I don't want to fix any meals, write any stories, or plan any lessons. I also don't want to do the dishes or make the bed. I feel punk, so I just want to read.
Sometimes I wonder if we need to feel punk just to slow down...maybe forget about being responsible adults and kind of curl up in our Father's lap and let Him take care of us. A punk-y day means we get to slowly browse through the Word...let the messages come to us as they come with no plan or order.
I hope I get back to myself tomorrow...it's much more difficult to feel punk without anxiousness when school is waiting and dinner has to be made. I can't relax in my illness when the calendar has a list of things waiting for me to do.
A day of feeling punk is not so bad once in a while, but I sure wouldn't want to wallow in it!