As I pop another antacid, I am reminded of the saying that there's nothing worse than being sick. But to me there is something worse, being sick when you're single. This week I realized for the first time there are two kinds of sickness, one that you take responsibility for in providing balance to your life and body. My sickness this morning is related to my lack there of and do not look to Him for freedom from symptoms. I take full responsibility and know why I am sick. The other is a more serious threat that requires petitioning to God for healing.
This week I have experienced both sicknesses. The latter walking the path of a biopsy early in the week with my friend. Now we wait for the results in the coming week. We talked and prayed at length during the waiting for the procedure and now after.
Last night as we talked, I felt joy in the midst of my discomfort to know someone cared for me, would be willing to drive hours to bring me ginger ale and would even risk exposure just to see that I was okay. Even though I prefaced the conversation that I really didn't feel like talking, 90 minutes of silliness and laughter brought joy and comfort to me. We proved another hypotheses...... Laughter really is the best medicine. You also know the friendship's healthy when you're sick and your friend is still there for you.
Now, its' my turn to be there. First, Heal him, O Lord, and He will be Healed paraphrase Jeremiah 17:14. I pray that God knows our request. Secondly and regardless of the outcome of the procedure, it will be a healthy season for us to grow our friendship.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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