Writers are often encouraged to write about what they know. So here is something that I know…
Last week I was sick. So sick that I couldn’t even write my blog. I spent a week in bed, being just about as miserable as I have ever been. Being sick is never a good thing. It’s hard on the ones who are sick, and it’s hard on the people who are trying to take care of them. Being sick prevents us from doing the things that we need to do as well as the things that we want to do. Being sick interferes with our lives. It stomps on our plans, it ruins our days, it is a burden. All of this I know quite well from my recent experience. But I also learned some things – or perhaps re-learned some things…
The present-day state of the world has complicated many factors in our lives, not the least of which is our health. If someone gets sick now-a-days, often panic ensues. And because of society’s constant rhetoric, the most negative conclusions might be drawn. The climate of fear that is so prevalent today can permeate people’s minds with such thoughts of uncertainty, that they end up expecting the worst. However, God is the healer of all manner of sickness regardless of the label that we put on it. It is only in our finite minds that we qualify sicknesses by our perception of their curability. To Almighty God, there is no difference. It doesn’t matter to Him if we are a little sick or a lot sick, the principles of healing still apply, and we can get better. We must not lose sight of this truth because many times, it is our saving grace.
As Christians well acquainted with the power of prayer and of the promises of God, we must not allow doubt to creep in and rob us of God’s healing. But it isn’t always easy to stay positive when we are hurting. When I am sick, I can find myself thinking more about how bad I feel than remembering the goodness of God. Even on healthy days, we battle to keep our minds stayed on God. Add to that the distraction of being sick, and our thoughts can easily drift into a less than positive attitude.
But that is where the family of God comes in. When our family hears that we are sick, a marvelous thing happens. They begin to pray. Their care for us is roused and they begin to believe with us for healing. I may be in the throngs of feeling sorry for myself and wondering if I’m ever going to get better, but knowing that someone is praying for me, brings me comfort. I may fail miserably at helping myself, but the family is there to pick up the slack. And this shouldn’t surprise us because the Bible says that God set us in the body of Christ as it has pleased Him. God is well aware of our limitations. He knows that being sick can not only ravage our bodies but can also discourage us and make us afraid. So He put us in a family that can be strong for us when we need it. A family whose care for us flourishes when we are at our weakest.
Having recently been on the receiving end of that kind of prayer, I know that I want to be on the giving end more and more. I want to give back to the family who so generously gave to me. I want to be the one who says, “Here am I, Lord. Send me.” When we are sick, our thoughts are of necessity mostly on ourselves. I want my thoughts to be on helping others. I want to be the first in line to rejoice with someone at their victory.
To conclude, I know that being sick stinks! I know that God is able and willing to heal us no matter what our ailment. I know that I’m thankful to be in the family of God surrounded by wonderfully caring individuals who pray and believe. I know that feeling good after being sick is one of the best feelings in the world. And I know that I love you.
Note to my readers: You are very important to me. I am thankful to have you in my life. Thanks for reading!