Finding thankfulness

This weekend, we were supposed to be in Mexico.

It was planned months and months ago. Sweet friends wanted to share their favorite spot with us. Show us the awesomeness of it all.

All was packed and ready to go. The suitcase was ready. The cute outfit for the flight was hanging up ready to be worn.

A slight stomach ache and achyness was noticed the evening before our departure. It’s probably just nerves. I get a little antsy prior to a trip. What if I forgot something? What if I forgot and drank the water? What if our travel companions didn’t want to travel with us again? What if?

The stomach ache was not nerves.

It was the flu.


The flu?

The night prior to our flight, I begged and pleaded to not be sick. I cried and yelled. “It’s not fair.” “It’s just not fair!!!!”

We don’t vacation often. Don’t we deserve this time away? Steve won’t stop if we don’t leave town. This trip is needed. Not just wanted……..

The tears didn’t matter.

The yelling didn’t matter.

Steve made the dreaded phone call.

We can’t go to Mexico. Charma has the flu.

The flu sucks.

Our friends have now been on our Mexican vacation for 3 days and I still remain in bed. Today, my fever has subsided and I think I might survive.

I can now see some perspective. If I had gone, sick as as dog, I would have been sick as a dog in a foreign country, in a hotel room. I would have made everyone miserable instead of just myself.

Today, as I can actually open my eyes, I didn’t want to forget that in the midst of all circumstances, there will be reasons for the current situation.

Am I still disappointed? Yep. I’m still a little angry. However I will find the good in everything. It’s what I do.

In the fog of sickness, I remember Friday, hearing Steve say that Courtney was not feeling good. Oh geez, did I share this dread with her?? If we had been gone, of course everyone would have been fine, but an extra set of hands taking care of Hurricane Jack is always welcomed.

I will be thankful

Steve is a retired firefighter. He served for 25 years and he spent many of those years with the same brotherhood. He received a call this weekend that one of the brothers was in the hospital with a serious medical condition. If we were gone, there would have not been an option for Steve to go see him.

I will be thankful

Steve is not a cook. He can make a mean PBJ and can pop the toaster like a pro but soup on a sick stomach is very welcomed. Thankful for a Mom who loves next door and can cook a delicious pot of soup.

I will be thankful

So my sweet friends, as you enjoy our vacation, minus two, I hope you are having an amazing time. I know you are, I’ve seen your pictures.

I am heartbroken over missing our adventure, but we are looking forward to “Mexico-let’s try this again.”


The not so sick Charma Dawn

About Charmadawn

Jesus lover πŸ’œ Wife of Steve for 36 years πŸ’œ Mom to 2 grown kiddos πŸ’œ BB to grandsons Jack, Luke and Patrick Joseph πŸ’œ5 years ago we purchased, Rescued and Restored a 118 year old farmhouse and we live together as a multigenerational household. Come follow our crazy. Isaiah 54:7
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