There’s something special about how you feel when you’re unwell. Something good that few people discuss.
You’re not interested in finishing everyday chores, running errands like a maniac, or going out of your way to be flawless. You’re simply doing your best wherever you are, whether it’s with your head on a toilet, spewing all the awful things that intoxicated you, or wailing in isolation to God in a language only you and Him understand.
Worried about the people around you? They may contact you, try to reach out to you, and communicate, but what’s the point if you can’t even reciprocate? You hang up the phone because you don’t even have the energy to weep. You fall asleep for 2 hours, wake up, mourn, and repeat.
You’re not concerned about what to eat or whether to have snacks after lunch. You’ll be happy if you can grab a bite and have enough energy for the next day.
Sickness causes you to put an abrupt halt to whatever you’re doing and relax. It reminds you of how beautiful and priceless your health can be, and how easily you can lose it.
It’s about finding joy in every day’s presents, whether it’s the sun that just came up, the flowers that look lovely, or that little moment when you don’t ache as much, and you’re able to fully breathe. It’s also about taking a closer look at how far you’ve come, how blessed you are to have people who care about you and understand how much you take for granted every day without even realizing it.
And, in the end, it teaches you that no matter what happens, things will get better. It might not happen right away, but if you take it one day at a time, with God’s grace and love for us, you’ll be healed sooner than you think.