Healed

So we got our first family cold last week. Right before thanksgiving. My daughter gave the bug to both my wife and me. They, of course, were fine within a day or so, while I got worse. I hadn't been sick in a while, and I didn't want to be sick on Thanksgiving. So, I did the usual, honey-lemon-this-that-and-the-other-thing. I also prayed for healing. Not only did I pray to get better, but to get better by Thanksgiving.

Well, typically, it takes me a week to two weeks to beat a cold, but this time, I refused to settle for anything thing less than recovery on Thursday from the cold that hit me the previous Saturday.

As the days rolled past, I felt myself begin to improve rapidly, almost to my surprise. By Wednesday night, I stopped using my cough drops because I was tired of my mouth tasting like menthol. By Thursday morning, I felt 99% healed. That is what I was thankful for.