Sick, sick, sick

I got slammed with a stomach flu Wednesday night that didn’t parallel any type of bug I’ve had since I was 8 years old.

I’d gone to sleep anticipating nothing more than a dream or two and an occasional disturbance by my husband’s snoring or our nocturnal cat.

Imagine my surprise when I awoke with the kinds of aches and pains that penetrate skin, hair, and fingernails, faced with the impossible feat of prying myself out of bed and sprinting to the bathroom before it was too late.

Sparing you any further detail, suffice it to say that this was no 24, or even 48 hour bug. It relentlessly held on for days, confining me to my bed or couch, and restricting me to clear broth until Saturday evening.

As I re-entered life Sunday morning, I was struck by the beauty of the day and the freshness of the air. The grass was slightly green, and the snow which covered us only recently was but a memory.


What a sweet reminder of the way God has of making all things new. I had only just been miserable, unhealthy, and stagnant; wallowing for days in weakness, gloom, and the same pair of sweat pants. But as I stepped outside and embraced creation, I was instantly aware of the rebirth and renewal that God provides us every day we begin with Him. Kind of like when I have been in a dormant, less than zealous place in my relationship with God. All He asks is that I return to Him, and instantly the staleness disappears, and the freshness and sweetness of His presence eagerly returns.

The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23)

When you find yourself in a bit of a dry place with the Lord, what do you do to rediscover His love?
Taking it to your group…How might you nudge a woman in your group who has been on a gloomy, difficult road toward God?