I hate being sick. You know how that goes. You’re miserable. You want company, but you don’t want anyone to see you like this, and you certainly don’t want to pass the illness on to family and friends—or even strangers, for that matter. There’s nothing good about it. You just want it to stop.
Well, perhaps there is some blessing hidden in there. Naturally, any good that an illness may do to you is dependent on your situation, but I can tell you that my own illness last week, while unwanted, wasn’t all bad. In the middle of all the unpleasant stuff, it forced me to stop and take a breather. It provided me with a much-needed reset. Suddenly my busy schedule didn’t matter, because the illusion of control I’d carefully cultivated with a day-planner crumbled to dust and I was reminded of who really is in charge.
In this hectic season, I invite you to remember the same. And I pray you don’t have to get sick to remember. Every time is God’s time, not mine. He made it, and in the infant Jesus he entered into it to minister to us temporal beings. And one day, when all eternity stretches before us, we’ll see that the planners and to-do lists really weren’t as big a deal as we’d made them out to be.
That’s something to think about.
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