I got ambushed today.
I’ve had a cold since last Friday and my wife’s been trying to get me to go to the doctor, but I’ve been refusing because, well, it’s a cold. It’ll go away on its own. Eventually.
Well, this morning, my wife, my mom (who’s in town from Missouri) and my secretaries all conspired to get me to the doctor. They turned off my alarm, cancelled my appointments, scheduled a doctor’s appointment and woke me up 20 minutes before I needed to be there so I couldn’t cancel it.
I went to the doctor, told him my symptoms and he looked at me and said, “Well, I’d say you have a cold.” I was honestly about ready for marital counceling at that moment. But, he prescribed me some medicine, which I took.
And now, some 13 hours later, ya know what? I actually feel better than I have in close to a week. (Of course, I won’t admit it to the ladies though.)
The whole ordeal has me thinking… Who needs to ambush me spiritually? What have I been limping along with, just hoping it’ll get better on its own? What can everyone else see but I keep missing? How much better could I feel spiritually if I just let someone help me out a little?
Ya know… I hope I get ambushed again tomorrow.