Happy Blog-A-Versary To Me!

Hey, friends! It's been a long time! Too long, I know. I will get to that in a minute.

Today is my one-year anniversary as a blogger. Woo hoo! I can't believe it's been a year. I didn't even know many of you a year ago. And now, through these blogs, and all of your great comments, it has been awesome becoming a part of this strange - and great - community.

As I read my first few entries today I got kind of sad...because I was writing so much more thoughtfully and cleverly (is that a word?). I need to get my writing groove going again.

Thank you for always listening to me ramble...even when it is about uninteresting things (which is the norm). Thanks for visiting as often as you do.

OK...back to why I haven't blogged in like two weeks. Remember when you all were praying for me because I was out of the country and feeling sick? That was the week beginning Monday, March 3rd. I left for Puerto Rico on Wednesday the 5th, feeling like I had the beginning of the flu, but not sure. I had just started taking some medicine that the doctor had given me for reflux, and thought maybe I was just feeling a little sick because of that. But by the time I was on the plane to Puerto Rico, I knew it wasn't the drug. It was THE FLU. Fun times. Foreign country. No comforts of home. I was pretty doggone sick. And Beth sent out a plea for prayer. I was so grateful for that. I read your prayers and encouragement on her blog (and mine), and it was such an encouragement to Angela and me. And I honestly had everything I needed while I was working that week. I was doing a video shoot for the International Mission Board. I had some ups and downs...but the Lord pulled me through. And by the last day, I was feeling pretty good. I had some celebratory fajitas with the video director and crew before they took me to the airport to go home on Saturday afternoon.

The airport was a mess, and I came really close to missing my flight home. But I barely made it. As soon as I got to my window seat, I got settled in, and fell asleep before we even took off for our 3 1/2 hour flight. I woke up after sleeping about an hour and a half. And it happened.

I started coughing. And chilling. And coughing some more. The people beside me started inching away from me and putting their shirts over their noses to breathe.

Then I started thinking about those fajitas. And I started feeling REALLY sick. And I kept telling myself, "Self, stop thinking about those dadgum fajitas. Stop it." But I couldn't.

And by this time my chills had turned into jerks, and I could not sit still. I grabbed the nice little white bag and headed for the restroom. And the rest is US Airways history.

As I was puking in the restroom, I kept thinking of that New testament story when the sinful woman says of Jesus, "He told me everything I had ever done." Except I was thinking, "He showed me everything I ever ate." Truly. I was thinking that. And truly, He did. Yes and amen.

By the end of the flight, I was in such pitiful shape, they had to wheel me out of the plane. They almost did not allow me onto my flight from Charlotte to Nashville. But I was so desperate to be home and see my wife and kids, I put on an award winning performance of being healthy and well and excited to get back on a plane. They let me on (reluctantly), and I slept the entire time. Again, they had to wheel me off. Angela and the kids came and got me, and I proceeded to be useless for about 5 more days.

That was Saturday, the 8th. By Friday the 14th, I was feeling like I was almost back in the land of the living. And by Saturday, I was almost back to normal, and was able to fly to Dallas to sing (hello to my new friends at Cottonwood Creek in Allen, TX).

SO...all of that to say...I was too sick to make coherent thoughts for nearly two weeks. And I have spent this past week catching up on life...and hanging out with the fam for spring break. I am finally back to pseudo-normal.

I still have some post-flu cough that I just can't seem to shake. Which is so much fun for a singer. Fun times.

Again, thank you so much for your prayers for me while I was sick. I am so grateful for you.

I am off to waller with the kids and then wrestle them to bed. I promise to be blogging again very soon. There is a lot to talk about...like American Idol, March Madness, the return of Frydaddy, and my newly self-diagnosed OCD.

Blessings...

TC