This past weekend I had the stomach bug. Of course it happened in the middle of the night and of course it was a weekend that I was working my usual nurse job.
As I am sure you are aware, being sick is no fun. I was weak. I was tired. I was nauseous. Every time I feel this way, I think of all the people that are chronically ill or going through chemotherapy. Every. Time. I wonder how they do it. I know my sickness will be short lived and even when going through it I am comforted by that thought. What thought comforts those who suffer from so much more? It hurts my heart.
I also tend to think about how, leading up to the illness, I was taken by complete surprise to the illness. What could I have done to prevent it? What could I have enjoyed before it happened? A yummy dinner? A long run? The ability to even clean up my home? So many things that I take for granted everyday are brought to my attention and I lament on the fact that I have not counted my blessings in a while.
I believe in the gift of repentance. Which is why I am grateful for the times in my life when things are tough. It brings to my attention the places in my life that are lacking the attention they deserve. I get to repent and do better the next day or the next hour or the next second.
Guess what happened the next day when I felt a million times better? Everyone else in my family got sick. Ha! But I got to have the energy that I was the lacking the day before and take care of my home and family again.
As my husband lamented his sickness and felt that he could not even attempt his century bike ride the next weekend, I told him not to worry. He would soon feel better like I did and return to the bike again!
Happy Monday Everyone!