So, all my rhetoric about my "final final" being this afternoon now falls into the category of James 4:13-16. It was not the Lord's will today. Instead, I spent the day attempting to remain as horizontal as possible, because every time I sat up resulted in a mad dash to the bathroom.
Praise God, I had no hassles in postponing my final final for 24 hours. Praise God that I'm not more sick than I am. Praise God for immodium! Praise God for my parents, who sent me "congrats-turned-get-well" flowers. Praise God for James who brought them up to me when I told him I didn't think I could make it down 2 flights of stairs to get them, and then he went to the grocery store just to get me the popsicles I was craving. And for Tiffany, who is bringing me Pho (vietnamese noodle soup).
I would normally attempt to make some sort of theological connection to God in a post like this. But, my mind and body are only at about 50% right now; I'm hoping to get up to 75% by the exam tomorrow. That's all!