The Ninjas Have Got To Go

Well, the month of February (and the last bit of January) has been interesting.  It started off innocuous enough-a slight sore throat, but nothing any more exciting.  But they were attempting to be stealthy...to sneak its way in unnoticed..a ninja illness, if you will. 

And suddenly, they made themselves known with a fever, chills, a sinus infection the likes of which I have never known before, and a throat that felt like a few of the ninjas had set up a campfire in there and were roasting marshmallows.  That was almost three weeks ago. 

In that time I had given in and gone to the doctor and took one round of antibiotics.  But the ninjas still lurked.  Oh yeah, they went into hiding for a few days.  They do have a good reputation of stealth to uphold, you know. 

But in the last few days they've made their return.  Perhaps a ninja or two died during the first siege, but the rest are in there, roasting their marshmallows.  I tried another antibiotic.  That added to the ninja mix the Wicked Witch of the West, cackling and screaming, "I'll get you my pretty, and your blood pressure, too!"

A call to the doctor for another antibiotic gave him a bright idea: Let's try nothing!  My complicated system has him running out of possible antibiotics, so he wants me to take the "wait and see" approach.  The ninjas are laughing. 

But they don't know my God.  My God is stronger than any army of ninjas.  And that brings me to the reason I've written all this.  I need prayer.  My body is worn down (oh yeah, did I mention I've also been battling a crew of marauding pirates in my stomach?) and my resistance is low.  So I humbly ask for prayer that God will intervene, overcome the ninjas and pirates, and heal my body. 

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.  And the top and sides, too. 
Dorci