Illness and Rest

I missed last night’s post because some sort of stomach-bug is flitting around our city. I was really sick from mid-afternoon until the middle of the night. I’m okay now, but I hate being sick even for that long. Too many people depend on me for so many things. Normally, I can handle it.

Thankfully, I had just finished the 16 page newsletter I do as volunteer editor for our senior mobile home park community each month, and had emailed it to the publisher/printer.

Thankfully, I had also begun working on an order I had rec’d from my Etsy (online craft mall) store.

But being sick, even for 12 hours, puts me behind in some things. I’m always behind in bill payments, at least until we can crawl out of this current financial hole. We will, but it’s slow going.

Anyhow, I realized I had been stretching myself pretty thin lately. What with the daily visits to a dear old family friend in rehab, and other commitments, try to set up and maintain the new online store, and other commitments, I thought I was getting enough rest. Sometimes, though, the Lord just has to sit us down, one way or another. Ok, I got the message. I was forced to rest last night - there wasn’t any arguing about it. I was just too sick and too weak to do anything else. Now, I actually feel better than I had been.

Illness often presents opportunities we don’t expect. During my colon cancer battle in ’99, there were days when I could do absolutely nothing. I quickly learned that I suddenly had time to pray for others. What a blessing in disguise that was.

Thank you, Dear God, for making me rest when I am too occupied to do it properly for myself; and thank you for blessing me with the ability to see your handiwork in my short illness.