Blessings and Curve Balls

Yet again, I learned my lesson that I should never say never.  Yes, I know.  Should have learned by now.  But no one is perfect.  Friday evening my companion and I were looking over our week to see how we were doing with our goals.  To our complete thrill we were doing amazing!  Best week yet!  We talked about how the Lord was blessing us and we needed to continue to be worthy of His blessings.

Saturday morning came along and I just wasn't feeling well.  Stomach was advising me to not eat anything that morning.  So, I didn't and we went over to go online then teach an amazing lesson.  After our lesson we went home for lunch and decided to take it easy for a bit to see if my body might change it's mind and turn it's frown upside-down.  It never reached top notch, but I was able to eat some Cheerios and felt like going to our dinner appointment would be okay.

Barely ate a thing at dinner.  The food was amazing, just had no desire to eat.  After dinner it was time for our spiritual thought.  The thought was going well and we were almost done when my body started shutting down.  I began to feel dizzy and extremely nauseous.  Asked where the bathroom was and made it to about the kitchen when the delicious food began to exit the wrong way.  I felt sooo bad, but not as bad as I felt a little while later.

The next thing I knew I was on the floor with people yelling "call 911", not the thing you want to wake up hearing.  Again, I passed out and woke up in a different spot.  This time in a chair.  Then one more time of waking up in another spot.  This one was on the couch.  And, if that wasn't enough, woke up another time with the paramedics asking me all their dandy questions.  They asked if I would be able to walk to the gurney, my reply was "yes, I think."  As you can guess, I was wrong.  The next step was carrying me to the gurney and driving me to the hospital.

Now, things really weren't that serious.  It was only the flu.  But, having a missionary pass out multiple times in your house just isn't a comforting experience.  After 4 hours of being in a hospital and being poked and prodded, they released me to go home.  I slept like a log!  And a very comfortable log at that.  The next day I took it easy and rested while my companion went out and worked with some of the members here.

Our week ended with us reaching almost all of our goals!  Even with the curve ball satan threw at us.  Sometimes, it is the times when we are doing the most good that we receive even greater trials.  Satan doesn't want us to succeed.  He wants us to be miserable and to suffer like him.  The more good we do, the more angry and miserable he is.  If we can push past the sad and hard times, we win.  We were sent here to succeed, not to fail.  Be a winner and keep pressing forward with faith.  Don't let satan rain on your success.