Flu Chronicles — Resurrection Delayed 😂🤧

It has been five days since I fell sick…
Good Friday came — Jesus died.
Sunday came — He rose.
Life moved on.

Me? _ I’m still here… coughing like a broken exhaust pipe, looking like a rejected extra from a hospital drama 😂😂

Sitting on my phone like, 📱 “Any calls? Any texts?” Refreshing like it’s a full-time job…but guess what? 😂😆😂 I’m still waiting.

At this point even my immune system is like, “Ma’am, we are trying… please cooperate.” 😭 BUT… let me not lie 😌

Ell’s soup? That thing deserves its own award 🥣🏆 Healing level: Anointed,  Approved and Powerful, and the check-up texts? Small small messages but they hit deep ❤️

Mary Mary _ thank you for checking in 🫶
You didn’t have to, but you did… and it means everything.

And Shim… my roommate…
Honestly, no English, no French, no anything can explain this gratitude 😭
are you a doctor or a hotelier?? 😂😆😂
because the way you have been taking care of me… even Google is confused.

These are the days you really miss home…
When you want someone to just say,
“Come, lie down, I’ve got you.”

But somehow, in the middle of the flu, the silence, and the waiting…
God still sends people who show up in small, powerful ways ❤️

Anyway…
If you don’t hear from me, just know,
I’m somewhere fighting for my nose 🐽 🤧😷🤧😷… and also checking my phone one more time just in case 😭😂😂🤣😂

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