I got home on Saturday, May 10th. I’d promised my feet at least 2 days of rest (more about that later), so I unpacked and hunkered down, planning to post on Monday the 12th. However, …
I got off the train with a dry cough. Two days later it was followed by a violent cough, chills, fever, sore throat, headache … and loss of taste. I had a booster shot in April, but that last symptom makes me believe I had Covid.
What followed was two weeks of bedrest and lots of medicine, while I visualized my T-cells doing their thing. I am still convalescing as of this writing, and have to be careful with my energy, but I can finally get back to some sort of normal.
I haven’t been this sick in decades. I usually crashed instead. Now I’m wondering how sick I might have if weren’t for my chronic fatigue syndrome. And suddenly I’m very grateful that I didn’t know what I was missing, and very sorry about all the moaning and complaining I’ve done over the years.
As I lay there encouraging my immune system and cheering for my T-cells, I thought of Psalm 103.
Let all that I am praise the Lord;
with my whole heart, I will praise his holy name.
Let all that I am praise the Lord;
may I never forget the good things he does for me.
He forgives all my sins
and heals all my diseases.
He redeems me from death
and crowns me with love and tender mercies.
He fills my life with good things.
My youth is renewed like the eagle’s!
Psalm 103:1-5 NLT
The Creator, in His grace, built into us the ability to fight off illness. The power of medicine is His because all power is His. He is Jehovah-Rophe, God our Healer. (Exodus 15:26)
May I never forget the good things he does for me. Healing sleep. Clean, fresh water. Available medicines. And not the least of all, a daughter who picks up the slack when I can’t do much of anything at all.
Praise God! I honestly don’t think I can say it enough.
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