Caught a Cold

I’ve been trying to exercise more lately just to be healthier. Ironically, after two weeks of increased activity I got sick. My nose saw no reason to let this stop it from exercising, though, and has since taken up running. The rest of me has taken up lying on my bed and pondering sickness and its relation to the will of God. I don’t think God wants me to be sick. That is to say, I don’t think He takes pleasure in the fact that I am suffering. And yet, why not? I deserve death and all I get is a cold. My throat hurts, my nose runs, my body aches, I’m tired, and it reminds me of the fading glory of this life. Sown in weakness, raised in power (1 Corinthians 15:43). I am, perhaps, over dramatizing a simple (yet entirely unpleasant) cold, but who says it has to be the big things that make you think of the important things?

Maybe God want me to be sick. Perhaps it reminds me to ask, “Really, Heidi?! This is what you want to live for: a body that betrays you and decays and suffers and that will eventually kick you out?”

(there are greater things to live for!)