This weekend did not go as planned.
The plan was to have a ton of different activities happening all weekend. Different people going in different directions. Every minute crammed with busyness.
I was not looking forward to it. I don’t do well with really busy schedules. They stress me. But it seemed unavoidable.
Then Saturday morning, in the middle of the morning, I got a humongous headache. The kind where you just have to lay down. I had been dragging for a couple days and suddenly felt horrible, achy, nauseous. I got on the phone and started cancelling things. A lot of things. The headache and fatigue fit with the chart of covid symptoms, and a friend of mine, who actually is positive for covid, had told me those were her main symptoms. I decided I better get tested and cancel everything else till I was certain. (Which makes me feel weird. Like, in normal times, I would just be sick and get over it, now I’m freaked out about being contagious, especially since this family has so many moving parts.)
Andy got home from his morning activity, found me sick, heard all the news, and agreed to shut things down. He took the kids out for an afternoon of socially-distanced, outside, bike riding. I slept. And then sat around in a stupor, trying to find a book to read, but too zoned out to focus on anything. I also tried to deal with an online grocery order that went completely haywire. That was fun.
This morning I got up early still feeling sick, left at 7:30am and went to get tested. It took a long time, I didn’t get home till 12:30pm, but the good part was I got the results immediately, and I tested negative! Yay! But, I still felt bad, so I came home and went back to bed for several hours while Andy took the kids to his shop for an afternoon of Dad time.
So, this weekend did not go as planned.
And it was great. It was exactly what I needed. An entire weekend of rest and no expectations.
And once again I’m reminded that it often works that way. We make plans, something bad happens, plans get ruined, but it all turns out for the best.
I think that is part of living a life of faith. We can get rid of a lot of stress if we cling to the promise in Romans 8:28:
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
Not that God makes bad things happen, but that he can turn each bad thing into something good.
So, I’m thanking God for being sick this weekend, and thanking him for a negative Covid test, and thanking him that I can head into this next week a little more rested and peaceful.
(I’m feeling better, not perfect, but hopefully by tomorrow whatever this is should be gone.)