As I sit here on my couch, watching a movie I have seen a hundred times at least, wiping my nose incessantly, and avoiding the urge to scratch out my itchy eyes, my sick self wants to feel sorry for me. I hate being sick. It physically disables my never-ending list of things to do. My mind is telling me yes, but my body is telling me no. Why do we get sick?!
About five years ago, I worked at a daycare. When I started at this daycare, I became ill. And I pretty much stayed ill for about 4 months after that. I would love to tell you this is an exaggeration, but it’s not. Being surrounded by mostly adorable children, it was inevitable that someone would have or come down with some sort of sickness, some worse than the others, EVERY single day. So my immune system got served time after time after time resulting in never-ending illness. The bright side of this situation is that after my four month dance with sickness, I did not become sick again for a solid two years. You see, my immune system, though taking blow after blow, became stronger. It became so strong in fact that it was then able to resist illness for the longest extended time I can remember in my life.
So what does this have to do with “life”?
In life, I have come to find, that when it rains it pours. Something is always going to come up, and not so great things are always going to happen. We can’t avoid them. We can’t hide. It is what it is. However, with each new disaster we have a choice. We can crawl in a hole and feel sorry for ourselves…play the poor me cards and cry out loud for all to hear. Or we can rise up and ask God what he wants us to learn from this situation. If you are in a place where you’ve “just been served” or you’re on your fifth serving, there is work being done. Even if you can’t see it now, something bigger is happening behind the scenes. You are becoming stronger. You are growing. You are becoming more like the person God intended you to be.
I know I am a go-go-go kind of person. I am continually on the move and if I have no where to be I will find somewhere to be. Being sick, I have no desire to go. God’s grace is good that way – He is allowing me to rest, no matter how I fight it, it’s here and upon me and I can’t run from it. I MUST REST. If I don’t rest, and essentially, if I don’t accept God’s grace, I will get worse. I can keep up this fight, until eventually I lose. Because God always wins. He is good, He is at work, and He knows what we need.
When the Surely Helpless Ignorant Things hit the fan [anyone a fan of acronyms like me? 😉 ], ask God what he wants you to learn. He is intentional with our lives. He has a plan. Nothing is beyond Him. NOTHING is out of His control.
Keep this in mind, “If the rain spoils our picnic, but saves a farmer’s crop, who are we to say it shouldn’t rain?” –Tom Barrett (He’s the mayor of Milwaukee… don’t worry if you didn’t know that, neither did I before I typed this… Google is so smart!)
PS.. When you are going through tough things, it’s good to call upon your friends and family… they usually help to lighten the load.. at least mine do… most of the time 😉