I hate being sick. It makes me a headcase. I can’t think, can’t breathe, and can hardly sleep. My nose is stuffed and my inhaler is always within an arm’s reach. And here’s where I apologize (to you and to myself) for missing a week of blogging. And now’s when I chastise myself for not being prepared enough.
Somewhere in the Bible, my brain fog can’t recall where, it tells us to be prepared in and out of season. Whenever I’m sick, all the ways I’m not prepared jumps out at me, accusing me, pointing fingers, and saying, “See, you need to be better.” Kinda like Job’s friends. I’ve been reading/listening to Job via YouVersion. They’re not very nice friends.
Anyway, it takes a lot of effort to stop those voices. Oh they’re right in many ways. I could step up my game in many areas of my life. Couldn’t we all? Another reason I love God, who is grace, telling me that I don’t have to be better. He loves me, sick and unprepared.