At the beginning of the year, I froze containers of homemade chicken soup for rainy winter days. I dipped into my stash last weekend when a head cold flattened me for several days. What is it about hot chicken soup that comforts a cold…and a soul? I have not had a cold or the flu for four years. I forgot the cumbersome feeling that nasty bug brings. Breathing becomes a chore. There are never enough tissues in the house. Essential oils diffuse the air like a chamber of Eucalyptus mist. Cherry cough drops soothe the throat and herbal teas bring healing relief. Low energy, chapped nose, sneezing and post nasal drip wipe out each day’s “to do” list. My bedroom turned into a weekend retreat. I read a lot. My brother recently sent me Dr. David Jeremiah’s book, Is This The End? Blog post after blog post filled me with inspiration, encouragement and laughter. I can only hope my opinionated comments made sense. If not, let’s blame it on my stuffy head! O