I feel like I was hit by Irony. I wrote about staying healthy, then bam! Sore throat. Stuffy Nose. Achy breaky all over. Like somebody thought it would be funny. It’s not.
I hate being sick. Who doesn’t, right? I’ve been in and out of hospitals since I was born. I have asthma, the bad kind. It exponentially got better when we moved to America (less pollution), but it gets worse when seasons change. And it’s changing right now. These hot days and cold nights wreak havoc on my immune system.
There’s something about being sick that reminds me about being single. Maybe because I have to cook my own chicken noodle soup or drive myself to the store to buy my own medicine or make my own tea. I know, I know. I’m being a baby.
There’s also something about being sick that gives me fresh perspective. Or reminds me of an old perspective. We have a God who heals us. I can be a big baby, but I can be a baby in my Heavenly Father’s arms.
Do you know how many verses in Bible talks about healing? A lot. Because as humans, we’re sick. We started getting sick the moment Adam and Eve sinned. And at that moment, God’s been wanting us back in His arms. So He created a way to heal us, completely heal us body and soul, through Jesus.
“But he was pierced for our transgressions, he was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was on him, and by his wounds we are healed” Isaiah 53:5 (NIV).
That’s pretty amazing.
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