A Battle Forseen

I've definitely had better days,  I'm not a pretty sight but it is what it is. ;)

There are times when you don't want to compete a task and then there are times that you can't.  Today was one of those times where I couldn't do anything today.  Literally.  I woke up in the middle of the night with difficulty breathing and finally got that under control after an hour or so.  Then I woke up with stomach flu/food poisoning like symptoms.  Let's just say that my day did not turn out at all like I had hoped it would.  As you read yesterday, I have an immense of amount of work that needs to be done both at home and work.

Well today, I was at the mercy of the sickness, which was waging a war with my body.  Though I believe my body will ultimately win, today was not that day.  It took me two hours before I had enough strength and stability to make it to the doctor.  Once I made it to the doctor, I had to wait three hours to be told I have a fever but not the flu or strep.  The gave me an antibiotic prescription and told me to go home, rest, and drink lots of liquids.  By the time I got home, I was hitting rock bottom physically.  I had not eaten or drank anything all day on top of the stomach flu like symptoms that ravaged my body in the morning.

After some much needed medicine and a small amount of food, I proceeded to spend the rest of my afternoon on the couch, praying for healing and a chance to work tomorrow.  Here I am still on the very same couch writing this blog now.  My body still aches, my stomach is only marginally cooperating, and I am trying to gauge whether I have the strength to attend one last Master Gardener class before our final test next week.

Sometimes when we do not allow ourselves to rest and de-stress, God allows our body to demand rest for us.  I in no way enjoy sickness but maybe this is exactly what I need at this time.  Is it weird to think that maybe my sickness was necessary today for some reason.  Maybe I am exactly where I need to be, doing exactly what I am, which is practically nothing except writing this blog.

I believe that God is sovereign in all areas of our life.  By making that statement, I have to include sickness also.  I in no way believe that this means you should never go to the doctor or take medicine.  I just believe that there is a purpose to my sickness.  John 9:1-7 brings this idea to light saying,

As he passed by, he saw a man blind from birth. ² And his disciples asked him, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?”³ Jesus answered, “It was not that this man sinned, or his parents, but that the works of God might be displayed in him. ⁴ We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming, when no one can work.⁵ As long as I am in the world, I am the light of the world.” ⁶ Having said these things, he spit on the ground and made mud with the saliva. Then he anointed the man's eyes with the mud ⁷ and said to him, “Go, wash in the pool of Siloam” (which means Sent). So he went and washed and came back seeing.  

This man's ailment existed that God might be displayed in him.  I don't know about you but I find this reality sobering.

We live in a world where sickness, handicaps, and malformations are see as sin, screw ups, and  genetic imperfections.  A few weeks ago Brandt Hansen from the staff of Air1 had the opportunity to go to Afghanistan and be apart of the ministry called Cure International.  He got to witness them healing a 15 year old girl named Nazar, who suffered from a cleft palate.  Through this ministry, this young woman will be able to go from an outcast to an accepted person in society.  Even more than that though, she, her family, and her village will be ministered to through the compassionate work of this Christian organization.

Next time you find yourself laid out on the couch suffering from a sickness or pass a person with some sort of disease, malformation, or condition, take the time to consider how God is using it or them to bring glory to Himself.  Maybe His glory will be shown through your love to them.  Maybe His glory will be shown through you seeking Him in your suffering.  Each day is a gift from God, whether through sickness or health.  How will you shine for Jesus today?

Blessings,

Greg

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Good and Perfect Gift

I have learned in the past four days that sickness is an excellent reminder of the blessings of good health.  I have by no means enjoyed the snotting, the coughing, the chest pain, the body aches, or the nights of little if any sleep.  I have especially not appreciated the missed work days and missing the class I am taking.  In these times I feel so useless and broken.  I wonder if I will wake up healed or if the sickness will become worse.  With my wife being pregnant, I do my best not to infect her though I want to hold her and feel comfort by having her close to me.  Needless to say, I do not like being sick.

The thing is though that in my sickness I am dependent upon healing and comfort from God.  Yes we have doctors, medicines, home remedies, and more to help our sickness heal but ultimately our health is in His hands.  This was never more true than last night when I could feel my heart beating out of my chest due to the cold medicine I took.  I had taken this medicine in the hopes that it would give me sleep not keep me awake most of the night wondering if I was going to die.

Now I do have to admit that at times I have hypochondriac tendencies and that in no way helps to comfort your mind as you lay in bed feeling your heart beat through your chest and in your arm.  I finally got up and called the pharmacist to see if what I was experiencing was normal or something that needed medical attention.  He assured me that my symptoms where normal from this drug and that it would stop as the medicine wore off.  Well three and a half hours later at around 2:30 in the morning I think I finally fell asleep only to be awoke at 7:30 for my first full day of work this week.

Last night I had no other option but to trust God with my life.  When we are healthy and life is good, work is going well, and the bills are getting paid, we have this false assurance that we are in control of our life.  It is amazing how a simple cold can remind us of the humbling reality that our lives are in God's hands and that we are fully dependent upon His grace to continue sustaining our lives.  Psalm 39:4-6 is sobering saying,
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4 O Lord, make me know my end
    and what is the measure of my days;
    let me know how fleeting I am!
⁵ 5 Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths,
    and my lifetime is as nothing before you.
Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah
⁶ 6    Surely a man goes about as a shadow!
Surely for nothing they are in turmoil;
    man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!


James 4:14 says, "Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes." 


I do not speak of these things to be morbid but to remind us of the wonderful blessing of life and health.  Each day we wake up is a blessing from God.  Each day is an opportunity to reach a life for the kingdom.  Each day is an opportunity to praise the one who has given you life.  Though I am still healing from the cold that started a few days ago, I have been reminded to appreciate the blessings in my life.  In James, it speaks of every good and perfect gift coming from God.  This evening the thought crossed my mind that even sickness could be considered a good and perfect gift if it directs your heart back to a love and dependance on the sovereignty of God.  Food for thought. 


Blessings,


Greg