A day of appointments

It wasn't meant to be; that's just the way it has turned out.

I was so (oh so) poorly when I woke this morning that Husband said I should go and see the doctor. My throat is very tender and it hurts when I talk. Otherwise I'm okay, apart from the snuffly nose that will probably be with me for months. The snuffles like to hang around I find: my nose is large and comfortable for them.

The doctor looked at my throat and said he didn't think it was a bacterial infection adding, 'But we doctors usually get it wrong.' I don't want him to tell me that! I am probably one of the few people who still has faith in doctors. I don't want to think that they could be wrong. Anyway he gave me a prescription saying not to get it for 24-48 hours to see which way my throat goes.

He also asked if I was feverish or hot. I replied that I was hot in the night, but acknowledged that 'at my age that could be anything.'

Enough of me; over to George. We're taking him back to the vet this afternoon as the poor little thing has (whisper this) worms. He is subdued and not eating. He is supposed to have been wormed before we had him but they must not have done it properly. Bless his little cotton socks, he is so gorgeous and coochy.

I've had porridge for lunch. I've been craving it for days so being poorly seemed like a good excuse. And now I remember how yummy it is, I will eat it more often. Made the proper way with milk and served with sugar, of course. I'm Welsh not Scottish.
xxx

Well, God, what are you going to do?

Last night, straight after circuit training, I went to a prayer meeting. (Well, I did call in the house first for a quick wipe-down with a wet lettuce and a squirt of perfume.) We were praying for a friend who has just been diagnosed with an aggressive and advanced form of breast cancer.

Now I have a problem here.

I have no trouble believing that God can heal; I just doubt if he will. My experience over the last ten years or so has been that, no matter how much earnest prayer goes in, death is the result.

There are plenty of pat Christian answers to this. God does answer your prayers but he doesn't necessarily give you the answer you want. He did answer: he said no. God sees the bigger picture. It's all part of his plan.

Pah!

We hear about miracles - really obvious miracles like the blind seeing - happening all over the world today; I would love to see that sort of instant miracle. But then again I suspect, within weeks, I would be like Peter or Thomas the Doubter, who spent years with Jesus, seeing amazing things, and yet still they denied and doubted and wondered the truth.

There are so many things I don't understand, I will never understand, and yes, I'm angry at the moment. But I continue to ask God for that miracle. I will cling on, even if it's by my fingertips, to the only one who can be trusted completely.