Not a Single Man Survived

I was up for 3 hours in the middle of the night trying to ease a sore throat. I gargled salt water, used a sinus rinse, put Vicks on my face, neck, chest, and feet, drank hot chocolate, heated up a sinus mask, and sprayed Chloraseptic on my throat – twice!

David woke up me saying. “There’s hot Malto Meal!”

“I’ll take it in here – with a cup of coffee.”

How did I get breakfast in bed? I think my bass voice may have had something to do with it! I kept texting David: 7Up…applesauce…Nachos Navidad.

The last item was a request for supper. (I had chicken noodle soup for lunch.) I’m starting the day weak, but I want to end it strong – watching Christmas movies!

I don’t want to be like King Jabin and Sisera. They lived in Harosheth Haggoyim.

Harosheth Haggoyim – lit. Smithy of the Nations, a fortress or calvary base of Sisera.

At the beginning of the chapter, they had 900 iron chariots. They were so confident that they called their fortress the “Smithy of the Nations!” But, by the middle of the chapter, their army was gone. All. Of. Them.

Judges 4:16, “Barak chased after the chariots and the army as far as Harosheth Haggoyim. The whole army of Sisera fell by the edge of the sword. Not a single man survived.” Modern English Version

A few verses later, Sisera was hiding under a rug and he fell asleep, 24:18. The lady of the tent killed him with a tent peg, 24:21. And King Jabin grew weaker and weaker until he was no more, 24:24.

I do not want to get weaker and weaker. I called my friends and family, (none of them recognized my voice), and told them I would miss the 2 Christmas parties this weekend. (Insert tears here.) 😦

I got a sub to play for me on Sunday. I’m going back to bed!

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