In Sickness and In Health
I am really sick. I'm never sick, but right now I am sounding awful. I'm tired. I'm hungry, but I can't eat because I'm also naseus. Who doesn't want to be me right now.
There is nothing like sickness to bring out the inner child in all of us. There I was unable to sleep, in immense pain, naseus, and all together feeling the worse I've felt in years and all I wanted was to talk to my mom. Mind you it was 3:00 am, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want to be woken up in the middle of the early morning. I can remember when I was sick as a child my mother was always there to take care of me. She could hear my cry from one story difference whenever I was feeling bad, and it didn't matter back then...whether it was just a headache or I was very sick. And that's how I felt last night very, very sick. It was a struggle to not pick up the phone. In truth, it was a struggle to pick up anything and all I wanted was my mommy for a little comfort and consoling. But I resisted.
So I was in a bind. I needed something to take care of me, and I certainly hate being alone and sick. I've been reading a book by Max Lucado called Traveling Light. And it's a pretty neat little study on Psalm 23. So I found myself in the midst of my pain and suffering reciting "Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will fear no evil for thy rod and thy staff comfort me." And he truly does comfort me. He is the great Shepherd and Comforter. And I found myself blissfully nodding off to sleep. And the great thing about calling up God, rather than calling up my mom, was that I'm pretty sure I didn't wake him up.
There is nothing like sickness to bring out the inner child in all of us. There I was unable to sleep, in immense pain, naseus, and all together feeling the worse I've felt in years and all I wanted was to talk to my mom. Mind you it was 3:00 am, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't want to be woken up in the middle of the early morning. I can remember when I was sick as a child my mother was always there to take care of me. She could hear my cry from one story difference whenever I was feeling bad, and it didn't matter back then...whether it was just a headache or I was very sick. And that's how I felt last night very, very sick. It was a struggle to not pick up the phone. In truth, it was a struggle to pick up anything and all I wanted was my mommy for a little comfort and consoling. But I resisted.
So I was in a bind. I needed something to take care of me, and I certainly hate being alone and sick. I've been reading a book by Max Lucado called Traveling Light. And it's a pretty neat little study on Psalm 23. So I found myself in the midst of my pain and suffering reciting "Yea, though I walk through the Valley of the Shadow of Death I will fear no evil for thy rod and thy staff comfort me." And he truly does comfort me. He is the great Shepherd and Comforter. And I found myself blissfully nodding off to sleep. And the great thing about calling up God, rather than calling up my mom, was that I'm pretty sure I didn't wake him up.
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