Dancing in My Pajamas (standard:humor, 907 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: May 05 2024	Views/Reads: 34/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Thinking about this verse I was reminded how sickness brings a state of fear in my life. That fear tricks me into thinking I all alone in this situation. This verse reminds me that God is with me. When I trust my problem to the Lord He is faithful and get

After 2 ½ weeks of being sick with many days in bed, I have come to
appreciate what some people go through when they have a severe 
sickness. My sickness wasn't that devastating. It just sucked the 
energy out of me and caused me a lot of coughing and sneezing. 

I barely had enough energy to get out of bed, walk to the living room,
and sit in my easy chair for my morning cup of coffee. I paused for a 
few moments to catch my breath after that strenuous trip. 

Because of my sickness, I had to go to the bathroom at least five times
during the day. I had to run to the bathroom and slowly walk back to my 
easy chair, which took a lot of energy. 

I do remember my grandmother's home in the mountains of Pennsylvania.
They didn't have indoor plumbing and used an outhouse in their 
backyard. Who knows what an outhouse is today? 

If you had to go to the bathroom at night, she put something out in the
hallway, which she called a “potty pot.” I was thinking about that the 
other day and almost asked The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage if 
that would be a good idea during my sickness. 

After considering that idea, I had enough energy to erase it from my
mind and just race back and forth during those potty trips. 

During this time, I never left the house, I didn't have enough energy to
change out of my pajamas and get into my pants. I've never been in my 
pajamas for so long, but of course, I didn't realize what I was doing 
at the time. 

Once, when I had to get up from the easy chair and run back to the
bathroom, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage looked at me and said, 
“Is that your pajama dance?” I had no time to stop and respond, or 
serious consequences would occur. 

When I got back from the bathroom and passed the kitchen area, I could
see The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage smiling. I wanted to respond 
to her, but at the time, I didn't have the energy. I could either 
respond to her or make it to my easy chair. I took the latter. 

Those bathroom trips aren't fun by any stretch of the imagination, and
believe me; my imagination was stretched to its limit. 

I'm not sure how many pajama dances I did during my sickness, and I'm
not sure if I have perfected them yet. I did what was necessary to get 
through the situation. I perfected a “Woozy Waltz” but didn't have the 
energy to explain it to The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Maybe 
one day I could enter the “Dancing with the Star-Blazers.” 

One thing I remember during that time is that I could not remember what
day of the week it was. I didn't know when I got up in the morning if 
it was morning, afternoon, or evening. I had to rely upon The Gracious 
Mistress of the Parsonage to tell me what time it was and where in the 
world I was. 

The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage brought me breakfast, and by the
time I ate the last crumb, I didn't remember if it was breakfast, 
lunch, or dinner. 

I couldn't remember anything, so I thought of something. It's a wonder I
had the energy to think of anything then, but I did. 

With my trouble remembering, how did I know what I was eating? Could it
be, and I thought about this, that without my knowing it, The Gracious 
Mistress of the Parsonage snuck a piece of broccoli onto my plate? 

The more I thought about it, the more confused I got. Certainly, she
could not sneak a slice of broccoli when I was in good health, but 
maybe this was an opportunity she'd been looking for. 

I thought about this, and my wife asked, “What are you thinking about?” 

I knew I could not tell her exactly what I was thinking, so I said, “I'm
just thinking about what I had for lunch this afternoon.” 

What worried me was that she giggled one of those mysterious giggles
when I said that. I did not know what to think about that. 

If I ask her about that, she could say, “Ha ha, I got you with that
one.” 

That was the last thing I want to hear before bed that night. 

Not long after that, my memory improved and returned to normal. I was
happy about that. I noticed every time The Gracious Mistress of the 
Parsonage brought me a plate of food, she was giggling. I was tempted 
to ask her what she was giggling about, but I just wasn't going to give 
her the opportunity to tell me. 

In my devotions this morning I read, “Fear thou not; for I am with thee:
be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will 
help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my 
righteousness” (Isaiah 41:10). 

Thinking about this verse I was reminded how sickness brings a state of
fear in my life. That fear tricks me into thinking I all alone in this 
situation. This verse reminds me that God is with me. When I trust my 
problem to the Lord He is faithful and gets me through it victoriously.


Tweet