Friday: Scratchy to sore throat
Saturday: sore throat with headache and sniffiness
Sunday: Excruciating headache, can't breathe through my nose, yuck!
Monday: Waiting to get better, still the same
All this to say, sickness is a pretty regular thing with me. When this happens, I tend to let my imagination run wild... What if it's something more than a cold? What if it stays forever? What if I feel this way for the rest of my life? Crazy, I know. Right in this very moment, this time I choose to trust the Lord with this sickness. If He knows the very hairs on my head, then surely he knew that I would get sick, knows when I will get better, and is holding me in His hand every step of the way. Why can I trust Him? How can I trust Him? Because He is God. The God who called me our of darkness. The faithful Father who knit me together in my mother's womb. He has numbered each of the steps that I take, and knows when a single sparrow falls to the ground. Do I think that He will care for me? I don't have to think.... I know!
Just some thoughts in my sickened state. Say a prayer that I decline to whine... thanks