Be forewarned. Today’s post is one of my “mental meanderings.” It has nothing whatsoever to do with writing.
Pampering shouldn’t make me feel guilty, but it did. After all, it’s just a cold. Yes, I’m barking and blowing and feeling headachy, but still, it’s just a cold.
Tuesday was my husband’s birthday and instead of doing the ‘labour of love’ thing and making him a nice dinner and special cake, the day slipped away in a Benedryl and Tylenol haze. I never even got into the kitchen. He took me out for a wonderful “order anything you want” dinner.
Thursday I stood at the window peering through the rain that sluiced down the glass and glaring at the snow that was rapidly disintegrating into slush. I muttered into my Kleenex about the bedraggled garden and the dreary day. Soon the fireplace was lit and my dear hubby brought in armloads of firewood so that while he was away during the afternoon and evening, I could relax, read or write in cozy comfort. Later he brought me a mug of tea with honey and lemon.
It’s just a cold and I really don’t require this pampering. Even though it’s comforting, at the same time it makes me feel guilty.
But then I am reminded of a wonderful truth. Just as when God’s grace and mercy are undeserved but freely bestowed on us, so there are appropriate times to acknowledge the generosity of a gift, accept it with thanks and know that nothing more is required.
I did say thank you.