it's my party and you can't come...

let me explain...
i was sick this last weekend...and i mean sick.  i promise, no details. {but on a side note...did anyone watch house this monday...about the blogger who fell ill?  she was soooo over-the-top}  anyway, i was all set to write a post called-it stinks being sick-


i was going to go into detail about all the wonderful things that i was forced to miss because of this illness.  but as i 'poured that first glass of whine....', i realized that i was alone at the party...this pity party.  wow.  really?  so i was sick.  big deal!  at least mine was only the 'i-really-am-miserable-48 hour kind.  what about all the men, women, and children that face real illness...the kind that they pray a cure will be found before anyone else is burdened with it.


or what about these people in haiti and chile that seem so far away...so far away from our inconvenient power outages, traffic jams, and such as they deal with a true trial of recovering and rebuilding entire cities!


and lastly...my sickness became so absolutely insignificant in light of the unconscionable suffering of Christians in the three villages around jos, nigeria and in northwest Pakistan.  i am without words...