Sick Day

I spent most of my third full day in Paris sick.  Thank God that a brother from Paris brought me around.  We went to the cathedral Notre Dame first, then Mont Marte, and then the Eiffel tower.  After Notre Dame, I started to feel sick: I felt like throwing up. Thank God, at that time it wasn’t very severe, so I went along with the day plan.  After we toured another cathedral on Mont Marte, we went for lunch.  At that time, I couldn’t really eat. I tried the French salty crepe, and it was really good.  But after I ate a small piece of it I couldn’t eat any more. Even so, I pushed on to the next place at Eiffel tower.  Thank God, I was able to take some pictures at the Eiffel tower, though I felt very sick they I didn’t have the energy to go up the tower.   

That day I was originally planning to go visit a truth seeker with a deacon, but I felt very sick at the time.  After the Eiffel Tower, we went to a coffee shop to rest, then we went home.  May God remember the love of the brother.  When I got to the station, I threw up, and I didn’t have time looking for the washroom (I’m sure the janitor had cleaned it up later). Thank God that this didn’t happen inside the train, or else it would’ve been uglier.   

Thank God, after I threw up, I felt much better. And I waited at the station for some time before heading back to the deacon’s place.  After dinner (I couldn’t have dinner), the deacon asked me if I could go, and at that time I was about to say no because I felt a bit worse.  But we agreed that we would make the decision after the prayer.  In the prayer, I told God that if He would like me to go, please heal me. And at the beginning of the prayer, I wanted to stay back to rest.  But half way through the prayer, the deacon got up and laid hand on me, and then I felt better and better. At the end of the prayer, I felt a lot better and I decided to go.   

There’s much to thank God about this.  Later on after the visitation, the deacon let me know that he wouldn’t have gone if I couldn’t go, since the truth seeker was a lady.  I really thank God for His work. God is really the one doing His work, not us.  

I also did some personal reflections: I think God was reminding me to remember Him, because I’ve been slacked in prayers and bible reading during travel.  Thank God for His reminders and His powers.