I have a couple of hours before I have to make a final decision about going to Saturday night service or not tonight. My heart tells me go, don’t even think about it. But my body is saying the opposite and telling me to just stay in bed like I have been doing all week. Youth meetings are always to best right after a camp because everyone is still on the “camp high”. Everyone has stories to share and cant wait to spend time together again. Also, a large portion of my “fellowship” time comes from hanging out with the guys who also lead Saturday nights. I am the only female who comes to that service, so that’s another thing I’m tossing around, I cant be there for my girls. But being that my voice sounds like a frog and I keep coughing like a smoker, I don’t know if its fair. Selfishly I want to wear a cute outfit (since I have been in black work clothes then sweats when I turn to my couch all week) and go spend time with the kids and my guy friends. I also have to work during the morning services tomorrow, so this really is my only time to make it to church this weekend. Will my body hate me for doing so? I don’t want to get anyone sick for going, but how contagious can I be if they didn’t send me home at work?

There was a rule growing up in my house that if we were too sick to go to school we were too sick to do anything else. This included youth group. I remembered more than once being grounded and not going to youth group. I thought it was so wrong of my parents to keep me from church and that God will have His way with them for doing so. But then again, a lot of times I just wanted to sit with my girlfriends and giggle about a boy who just made eye contact (on purpose or not) with me from across the room while my youth pastor spoke. I still have this mind set today as an adult. I was well enough to go to work, so I’m allowed to go out. I’m also not one to call in sick unless I am throwing up. I don’t throw up, even if it will make me feel better, Id rather suffer through than throw up. That would have to mean my body was forcing me to give up what I had taken in, so no work for me. Its not in my ethics, unlike many of my coworkers, to just call in sick with no replacement. Being I didn’t have anyone to cover my shift, in I went. Hopefully my germs didn’t spread to anyone’s coffee, that would be sad. They might think coffee is bad for you and never drink coffee again and Id never want to be what came between someone and their coffee. Then again, I do that on a daily bases! (That’s your friendly reminder to be nice to your baristas) Being that my cold has a mind of its own, I cant really say how I will be feeling in a few hours. Its hard to make such simple decisions when your head feels like a cottonball.