.scarlet fever.

So guess what? I have contracted scarlet fever... which Erin and I find quite hilarious. Seriously, of all things, why the disease that killed famous literary characters and our made up families when we played oregon trail? It's quite amusing to have a disease us kids thought didn't exist anymore.

However it has allowed us to dig into our depths of knowledge from books read in our past and remember who all died from this disease... well, wikipedia allows us to forget some old stuff because we can always look it up later.




Here we have Mary Ingalls,
who got scarlet fever and was blind as a result.







Then there is Beth from Little Women, who got scarlet fever which turned into rheumatic fever and then died.

Then who can forget the sad story of the Velveteen Rabbit??


And other notables:
Frankenstein by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - Victor Frankenstein's adoptive sister Elizabeth contracts scarlet fever and recovers. But Victor's mother, who contracts the scarlet fever from Elizabeth, dies.

The Witch of Blackbird Pond by Elizabeth George Spears - A young girl from Barbados is accused of giving scarlet fever to her cousins by using witchcraft.


Anna Jones, mother of the young Henry 'Indiana' Jones died of Scarlet Fever during the year of 1912.


Well that was fun. And as much as I'm laughing, I'm hoping to get better soon - school just started yesterday and I'm already out sick! Not cool.

as long as you are glorified

Shall I take from your hand your blessings, yet not welcome any pain?
Shall I thank you for days of sunshine, yet grumble in days of rain?
Shall I love you in times of plenty, then leave you in days of drought?
Shall I trust when I reap a harvest, but when winter winds blow then doubt?

Oh let your will be done in me, in your love I will abide
Oh I long for nothing else as long as you are glorified.

Are you good only when I prosper, and true only when I'm filled?
Are you King only when I'm carefree, and God only when I'm well?
You are good when I'm poor and needy.
You are true when I'm parched and dry.
You still reign in the deepest valley
You're still God in the darkest night.

So quiet my restless heart, quiet my restless hart, quiet my restless heart in You.

.proverbs3:5.

Trust in the LORD with all your heart
and lean not on your own understanding;
in all your ways acknowledge him,
and he will make your paths straight.

"Those who know themselves, find their own understandings a broken reed, which, if they lean upon, will fail." -matthew henry commentary


"I already have approval from the only One who matters."

true humility

But what we suffer from to-day is humility in the wrong place. Modesty has moved from the organ of ambition. Modesty has settled upon the organ of conviction; where it was never meant to be. A man was meant to be doubtful about himself, but undoubting about the truth; this has been exactly reversed. Nowadays the part of a man that a man does assert is exactly the part he ought not to assert himself. The part he doubts is exactly the part he ought not to doubt -- the Divine Reason. Huxley preached a humility content to learn from Nature. But the new sceptic is so humble that he doubts if he can even learn. Thus we should be wrong if we had said hastily that there is no humility typical of our time. The truth is that there is a real humility typical of our time; but it so happens that it is practically a more poisonous humility than the wildest prostrations of the ascetic. The old humility was a spur that prevented a man from stopping; not a nail in his boot that prevented him from going on. For the old humility made a man doubtful about his efforts, which might make him work harder. But the new humility makes a man doubtful about his aims, which will make him stop working altogether.

At any street corner we may meet a man who utters the frantic and blasphemous statement that he may be wrong. Every day one comes across somebody who says that of course his view may not be the right one. Of course his view must be the right one, or it is not his view. We are on the road to producing a race of men too mentally modest to believe in the multiplication table. We are in danger of seeing philosophers who doubt the law of gravity as being a mere fancy of their own. Scoffers of old time were too proud to be convinced; but these are too humble to be convinced. The meek do inherit the earth; but the modern sceptics are too meek even to claim their inheritance.

-GK Chesterton

(gkc.blogspot.com)