The natives are getting restless around here. Well, I guess I should say “the native” (singular)—me. I’ve been sick for ten days now and I am so ready to get out of this house. I try not to complain about petty illnesses when I am very aware that this nasty cold—miserable as it has been—is nothing compared to what millions live with every day. It is even negligible compared to this flu that has been going around. I’ve had no fever or body aches; no tummy troubles, etc—it’s just a rotten cold.
Now that I am finally feeling better, I want to do my own grocery shopping. I have a couple gift cards burning a hole in my pocket, too, to be spent on something “fun.” My mom has been sick, also, and my sister is recovering from surgery. I am anxious to get back over to see them as I was doing every other day before I got sick. I want to go back to church. I don’t normally get out of the house much anyway because of caring for Robbie and that doesn’t bother me at all, but now that I can’t go out, I am suffering from cabin fever.
I am definitely feeling better despite the symptoms that are stubbornly hanging on, however there are other circumstances still keeping me at home. The weather has been either too cold or too rainy or too whatever…It is not worth taking a chance on being in stores or crowds and bringing home the flu bug…I have a husband who is very protective and just says, “No—you’re not going out until you’re completely well!” Frustrating, but an exercise in patience, I guess.
Well, enough about me. You probably have not been left unscathed by all the illness going around these days—or if you have, your turn will come sooner or later. We all go through times of illness, injuries, and other physical ailments and conditions, major and minor, which must be dealt with. Today I just want to leave you with some Scripture guaranteed to bring comfort and encouragement to the achy body and weary soul. Think of it as a warm, cuddly blanket; a hot cup of tea; a bowl of chicken soup; a soothing balm; the cozy fire by which to snuggle. There is no better medicine for us than God’s Word:
I am in pain and distress; may your salvation, O God, protect me. (Psalm 69:29)
Be merciful to me, LORD, for I am faint; O LORD, heal me, for my bones are in agony. (Psalm 6:2)
Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise. (Jeremiah 17:14)
O LORD my God, I called to you for help and you healed me. (Psalm 30:2)
My soul will boast in the LORD; let the afflicted hear and rejoice. (Psalm 34:2)
For he will deliver the needy who cry out, the afflicted who have no one to help. (Psalm 72:12)
The LORD will sustain him on his sickbed and restore him from his bed of illness. (Psalm 41:3)
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. (Isaiah 40:29-31)
And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. (James 5:15)
…there was given to me [Paul] a thorn in the flesh, the messenger of Satan to buffet me, lest I should be exalted above measure. For this thing I besought the Lord thrice, that it might depart from me. And He said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for My strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. (II Corinthians 12:7b-9)