Write for 5 minutes flat-no editing, no overthinking, no backtracking.
This weeks word is: Ache
How appropriate. This week’s word, ache. And ache I do. In my wounded lungs, invaded by this pneumonia. In the night sweats and the chills that torment my sleep. In the violent rejection of everything introduced to my stomach. My flesh writhes in the pain of it all.
And this is so familiar. This suffering flesh.
I know it well
I have always been afflicted in my flesh. In my very cells and marrow.
Maybe it is a tool in the hands of a gentle master.
How can that be? That a loving God would inflict pain and sickness on his dear child? If I believe he’s sovereign I have to admit that there can be no alternative. He inflicts or allows but anyway you want to look at it, He is in control of each synapse, each nerve, each cell.
Maybe He’s doing something I don’t see.
Maybe in me, maybe in others. He certainly has my attention as I pray through the night for relief.
Maybe, I can be content to suffer because I’ve learned many lessons this way and maybe if I keep my heart open, I’ll learn something this time too.
Maybe, I’ll learn nothing, but just be reminded that our God is a good God in the friends He’s provided who are graciously bringing meals, in the lifted prayers on my behalf, in the well wishes of my readers, and in His providence, whether we can see it or not.
God works all things, even in the ache, especially in the ache.
So although, I am miserable, I know the ache is not forever, for I also serve The One Who Heals.