Today was the first Veritas of the decade. I probably violated doctor's orders at least a dozen times today. I'm not supposed to lift, push, or pull more than 10 pounds for the next 2-4 weeks (including the 2 that I've already "not" done it). Everyone else there--except my roommate--seemed very concerned about my health.
Anyway, I missed the last two weeks--was in the hospital two weeks ago, and in Sioux City with family last week--and I noticed something. I really missed it. I was feeling extremely antsy about leaving my apartment to help out. I couldn't wait. On the way back to my apartment, I told my roommate that I got my "fix", and it would have to last for the next two weeks.
During worship, I was on the verge of tears. I nearly wept at my first chance in almost 3 weeks to worship with others. Unfortunately, I'll have to miss next week's Veritas. My dad's family is getting together for a late Christmas.
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