Last night a bad thing happened.

At dinner my mother said she wasn’t hungry. She had prepared a gourmet meal for everyone (Kim, Kyler, Dad & myself), but she said she didn’t feel hungry. She’s German. She majored in Home Economics in college. She loves to cook. She’s NEVER said she’s not hungry.

So she laid down. An hour later she was puking in the bathroom.

Two hours after that, I was puking in the bathroom. Then Kyler.

Thankfully, God placed a wonderful hedge of protection around Kim, Kaleb and Dad, because they didn’t catch whatever nasty bug has been floating around Oklahoma for the past month. Instead they only had to hear the compositions of the Vomit Symphony all night. (I was relegated to the couch to protect Kim & Kaleb, so half the time I had to use a pitcher since I wouldn’t make it to the bathroom. While I appreciate the new experience and the new neurons that accompanied it, I don’t really think I needed those connections just yet…)

This morning we’re quite a bit better. Kyler’s chipper and playing with toys, Mom & Dad went back to Tulsa, and I haven’t seen the contents of my stomach OR colon yet. I’m weak and sore, but I’m not turning inside out, and for that I give thanks to God.

Kim’s parents come down from Colorado tonight, so if there’s a recurrence we’ll be ready for it. In the meantime, please don’t hesitate to pray for their protection while here, too.

Kevin