My latest trip kind of cured my wanderlust for now. I returned home last April beat, tired and just want to rest and stay put for.... who knows? But definitely no travels until later this year, at least.

For now, the structure and the routine of home and chores and a part time job seem sweet. I think it was because we rushed down to Tennessee to attend my son's graduation before we have recovered from jetlag. Add to that the sleepless nights there, and the long drive back. I really, really like road trips, but this time I surrender - I give up! We were coughing, and feeling miserable for the longest time, it seemed.

Only when we are feverish, and unable to breath, or suffering from an ailment that we realize how precious good health is! Appetite, to be aware of the tastes and texture of food, to be satisfied, to breath fresh air without a headache, to be tired and be able to rest....we take these things for granted...until we get sick. And then we promise ourselves to take better care of our bodies. And promptly forget this promise once we are well. Tsk, tsk, tsk. At least, I do.

This reminds me after my surgery in 2006. I had IM nailing of my right femur, and was recovering. The first couple of nights were terrible - painful, and it seemed like my whole body was angry - inflamed. I discovered then that in the hospital, reasons for rejoicing need not be big. My caregivers exclaimed, "Great job!" or "Wonderful!" or "You made it!" for accomplishments like taking a step, taking deep breaths, going to the bathroom, sitting up for 20 minutes. Yes, I will never take these simple acts for granted again.

Lord, please help me remember.