On Being Sick

The other day I was sick.  I am generally healthy, but this crept up on me, making me feel a bit out of sorts at first.  As dinner approached I assumed I was just hungry.  Then the vomiting began.  I have only vomited once or twice my whole life, so this continuous event really got me upset.  I was mad at my parents for not letting me eat.  I was mad at my body for not letting me eat.  I hated the helplessness of my plight.  My parents worked hard for hours to help me.  I wanted to eat, sleep, and have my normal routine.  How frustrated I was. 

My dad finally got some prayer going through Facebook.  My sister called, and I felt a little better.  I could sense my body relaxing.  The vomiting was letting up.  I got up and danced for joy.  Then I smiled at my tired parents, and I went to bed.   As sleep diffused through my body, I felt peace and joy.  I knew tomorrow would be better.

 

What did I learn?  Prayer does change events in our lives.  Parents are there for me, even when I am so grumpy.  I am loved, and can rejoice even when I do not feel well.  I must also be more thankful for my health.  I praise God I only rarely sick.