One of my expectations was not to get sick.
The other day (Thursday, I believe it was) I woke up and walked 3 minutes down the road to Mass. As I sat down, I felt a strange wave of lightheadedness. Mass went on, and I got progressively worse and worse. By the end, I was bent over, leaning on the pew in front of me, dizzy, with a pounding headache. Afterwards, as I sat on the church steps with my head between my knees, all I could think was "This was not part of the plan". I hated to do it, but I took the day off and slept for 6 hours. Grace ended up walking for me, which meant she did back-to-back shifts. (thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!)
I was eternally grateful for those 6 hours of sleep. So grateful that I did night shift that night. An extra long night shift which lasted 14 hours and in which we walked 40 miles. A night shift that lasted so long that I walked in the sun again. Which was super stupid and dumb on my part, because I had heat exhaustion.
Heat exhaustion. Why, oh why, oh why???
Did you know that the symptoms for heat exhaustion are pretty similar to those of heat stroke? And that heat stroke can be fatal? Yeah, me neither. Needless to say, I was pretty freaked out for a little while.
If there's anything I hate, it's being sick. Not because I feel yucky, but because I feel so useless. Like I should be up and doing things, helping people make dinner and clean, but instead I have to sit on the sofa and do nothing. And then I'll feel better and do something, and immediately after another wave of faintness will come over me and I'll have to sit down right away. People, I promise I'm not faking!
Last night, I sat in the hot tub for a little bit, making me feel 1000% better, and then my mom was like "That probably wasn't the best idea for someone who has heat exhaustion".... oh yeah. Whoops. Kinda forgot about that.
(disclaimer: I'm drinking lots of sports drinks, taking natural remedies of various sorts, and am taking it easy. No worries, I'm gonna be ok ;) )
This is all to say... I've been thinking about the reason I'm here. My expectations. I wanted to grow in my faith, to gain friendships, to witness to the dignity of life. But as I've sat with a spinning head, I've wondered if my last couple days have even been worthwhile. If I'm not walking, is there even a point to being here?
I've come to realize that there is.
Why am I here? For prayer and sacrifice. I'm getting a heck of a lot of prayer in sitting on this sofa. It's a huge sacrifice for me to not walk. I thought I was here to walk. But there's so much more than that. I am here to walk, but I can witness in other ways too.
Last night during dinner, Josh said something that I've always heard, but it really hit me. He said "Make every bite a prayer!" I may pray my morning offering when I wake up, but do I mean those words I say? Do I mean that I offer "my prayers, works, joys, and sufferings of the day"? Or do I say it because that's what I've been doing for years? Do I remember that literally everything I do while I'm here is for the greater glory of God, and that everything should be a prayer? It's definitely something that I need to work on.
We've been making videos like there's no tomorrow. So much so that the Crossroads office assured everyone that yes, we are still walking. :P (We are, in fact, 2 days ahead!)
So here, I present you with Peter's latest work.
And here is the video I referenced in my last post that Josh made: 30 Miles in Our Shoes
Enjoy your day (and your week!) everyone! Pray for us all as we venture into the flatness that is South Dakota.