Where's God When I'm Scared?

To quote the too cute Junior Asparagus "Where's God when I'm scared?" It may seem silly, but certain things don't scare me. Walking into the house alone at night.... I can get over it. Being around tons of kids and having to give them direction.... go it covered. BUT, there is one thing that really scares me. Yep, here it comes... sickness. Not necessarily sickness in others, but sickness coming over myself. Right now I feel really yucky. Pretty standard really. Here are the symptoms:

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