I hate to be sick. Coughing, shivering, sinus pressure, achiness, fatigue of body, fatigue of mind...do I sound like an Advil commercial yet? My first response is to buck up under it, and press on through with laundry, dishes, projects, and the endless list of concerns waiting to be addressed. But all I can do is STOP--and go to bed. The physical duress of illness is such a good reminder of our frailty and dependence on God--a spiritual lesson not as easily learned in our fast-paced world of distractions and emotional salves. Yet, I am ill today, both physically and emotionally. Praise the Father that no over-the-counter balm will do. Only His mercy will do...as I plead before the throne for breakthrough and refreshment.
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