I am one of those grumpy people when I'm sick. Seriously! I am not a nice person to be around with when my body is running rampant with little unseen germs. I find that these are the times when my patience gets tested the most and "self-control" just feels like another tablet to dampen the symptoms. Hands up please for all of you who are perisnickles when sick!
I don't like visiting the doctor either. I can't really remember the last time I was in a doctors office for my own appointment. I don't have anything against doctors and their profession, I think they do an amazing God given job! (And they give out lollies!) But wearing out the welcome mat at the entrance for every sniffle and sneeze just doesn't appeal to me. And praise be to God I don't get sick that often.
But this past week I came down with the flu. A really bad flu. And yes, I came crashing down! It could be just a little virus I caught or it might have something to do with running around in the icy cold rain on Saturday while attending a wedding. Honestly I must admit, it was the latter. I can't point a finger to anyone blaming them for infecting me. I can't even be upset with the virus having a field day in my body. Nope, I did this to myself. All on my own. Me. I can recall the voice of my grandmother telling me not to play in the rain because I might come down with something.... well Gran, you were right!
While lying in bed, feeling very sorry for myself, I had some time to think: We don't like taking responsibility. It's just so much easier to blame anyone else except ourselves. And yes, we often blame God too. Shaking our fist to the sky yelling "why, why, why?" When things really go bad, or you are really sick (for the example of this blog) we just love to point our finger to Satan and say: "It's you! you are attacking me!" While I agree that spiritual attack is very real and that we become the target of evil, we should not give credit where credit is not due. I would love to blame my flu on anything and not take responsibility for the sniffles. But the truth is, I was running around in the rain. I knew it was cold. I didn't want to put on my jacket when leaving and my clothes were still damp. The way I am feeling... is all my own fault. And I have to carry the consequences whether I like it or not!
In the broad spectrum of eternity, this little flu means nothing. Not even a spec! Yes, I am a child of God and I believe and trust in Him with my whole being. Does this mean that I am immune to what the world hands out? No. It means I am saved. I have dwelt in a shadowy place of death and the light of Jesus Christ gave me life! Even with my sniffles and grumpiness, God still loves me and I am still saved and precious to Him.
Isaiah 9:2 “The people who walked in darkness Have seen a great light; Those who dwelt in the land of the shadow of death, Upon them a light has shined.”
Be blessed and stay healthy!
Shalom, shalom
Iriza
But this past week I came down with the flu. A really bad flu. And yes, I came crashing down! It could be just a little virus I caught or it might have something to do with running around in the icy cold rain on Saturday while attending a wedding. Honestly I must admit, it was the latter. I can't point a finger to anyone blaming them for infecting me. I can't even be upset with the virus having a field day in my body. Nope, I did this to myself. All on my own. Me. I can recall the voice of my grandmother telling me not to play in the rain because I might come down with something.... well Gran, you were right!
While lying in bed, feeling very sorry for myself, I had some time to think: We don't like taking responsibility. It's just so much easier to blame anyone else except ourselves. And yes, we often blame God too. Shaking our fist to the sky yelling "why, why, why?" When things really go bad, or you are really sick (for the example of this blog) we just love to point our finger to Satan and say: "It's you! you are attacking me!" While I agree that spiritual attack is very real and that we become the target of evil, we should not give credit where credit is not due. I would love to blame my flu on anything and not take responsibility for the sniffles. But the truth is, I was running around in the rain. I knew it was cold. I didn't want to put on my jacket when leaving and my clothes were still damp. The way I am feeling... is all my own fault. And I have to carry the consequences whether I like it or not!
In the broad spectrum of eternity, this little flu means nothing. Not even a spec! Yes, I am a child of God and I believe and trust in Him with my whole being. Does this mean that I am immune to what the world hands out? No. It means I am saved. I have dwelt in a shadowy place of death and the light of Jesus Christ gave me life! Even with my sniffles and grumpiness, God still loves me and I am still saved and precious to Him.
Isaiah 9:2 “The people who walked in darkness Have seen a great light; Those who dwelt in the land of the shadow of death, Upon them a light has shined.”
Be blessed and stay healthy!
Shalom, shalom
Iriza