Vaya Con Dios...

It was the sweetest farewell i received in the longest time. It through me for a little bit of a loop, also. Well, about as much as someone who may have Tonsillitis can be thrown for a loop when he's literally crying because of how much it hurts to swallow. Geez, if my tonsils have to come out because of this, i'll be happy.

As long as i don't miss graduation.

Yeah, for those of you who don't know, i haven't graduated yet. I'm going to this thursday, and i'm not going to miss it because i have something so stupid as TONSILS stop me. I don't care if i have to escape from the hospital to make it to the football stadium. I want to be there. Half of my family is coming over!

But as my mind was trying to speed up the ibuprofen and block out the pain for me to sleep, Gandalf sent me a benediction that made me think.

Vaya Con Dios

it took me a little while to interpret the sentence: Go with God.

It was a reminder, that God was still with me in this time. It's not to say that i hadn't already known this: only minutes before i was crying to him to take this pain away. but when he said it, it still brought a calm over me. I was still comforted in the notion that i was with God though it didn't necessarily feel that way at the time.

So, i guess my readers, what i am writing this post for was to say that God is still there in the pain, and he wishes not for you to think of sickness as punishment so much as a trial. Metal must be cleansed by fire, and christians must be cleansed by trial.

with love.