Leah B.
Servant of All
A while back I explained a situation with my friend and asked for prayer. To recap: I was very sick with a COPD flare-up, and the prednisone was hitting me hard. I suffered from insomnia, agitation and hyper-anxiety. My schedule was mega-stressful, non-stop doctor's appointments including getting a temporary crown and then going back the next day to get a new temporary crown because the one from the day before fell off. My house was a mess. I was so far behind due to illness. I had invited my father, my niece and my great niece and great nephew to dinner for our "Little Christmas" on the 17th and was afraid I would have to cancel. In the middle of all this, my friend -- probably now ex-friend -- kept calling me and asking me to visit her. She lives in my building. I did go a few times, one time spending 45 minutes wearing a face mask. I was so scared of germ exposure. Anyway, this all came down to her badgering me by phone and by text to come see her yet again. I politely declined. I explained why. She texted me, asking if we were "good." I told her how I felt. I was firm but kind. I ended by telling her I still loved her. She replied with a diatribe about what a terrible person I am, and she was insulting and dismissive of my lung condition. I told her I would never forgive her for making light of my COPD and so I hope she got a lot of satisfaction out of throwing a gut punch like that at me. I also told her, "Face it. You harassed a sick person into the ground." She countered with something lame. I responded, but I'm like 99% sure she blocked my texts. I pray in Jesus's name once again for God's will to be done here. I don't think I will ever really trust her even if we do make up. She could have apologized. She could have taken my initial very kind, very measured words to heart. Instead she became cruel and petty and vindictive. My heart is broken. Okay. In other news, I don't think I am fully recovered from the COPD flare. One minute I am fine, but I just got short of breath with a little chest tightness when lifting a heavy casserole dish out of the oven. It's so bizarre. I did 40 chair squats three times today with only my baseline shortness of breath at the end. Yesterday I was cleaning and cleaning, scrubbing the floor, lifting things, etc. I was fine. Anyway, please pray in Jesus's name yet again that I not only recover, but also actually improve from my baseline. [Not giving up. Using three different lung trainer devices on top of my regular routine.] Please pray a blessing over my "Little Christmas" with my family tomorrow. I am thankful to God I recovered enough to pull off this dinner. I missed my great niece and great nephew so much because I missed out on seeing them when I was really ill. You know what hurts? If my friend had responded differently to me, we could maybe have worked on the relationship. I took that macaroni and cheese out of the oven, and my first thought was to go over to her place and give her some. She would have loved it. Oh, well.

