Miserable. Absolutely miserable there was no other way to describe. The wish for blissful sleep that would not come and the hope that perhaps heaven was near. Well maybe it wasn't that bad...
Laying in bed feverish and nauseated I began to feel thankful because it had been a good day.
God was good. In my dire sickness I could say that because it was true.
My niece took a hefty spill and after showing alarming systems she ended up in the ER. CT scan came back clear and be evening she was her normal chatterbox self.
Just a few days ago we prayed for the heartbeat to remain steady as the newest member of our family made its entrance into the world. Safely into its mother's arms the baby arrived, but the trial wasn't over yet as mommy had a bit of trouble recovering. All is well now and the new happy family is progressing as all new families should.
That is why as I lay in bed virtually unable to do anything I could say the day was good. No I hadn't been able to do what I normally did, but others graciously filled my place.
I felt horrible, but the goodness of God was wonderful.
It isn't often we are privileged to get a first hand glance on how good He is in just a few days time. Maybe it wouldn't have been better had the bad things would never had happened, but what chance then would we have had to glorify God?
Somehow we sometimes have a bad habit of saying God is good and faithful only when we go through a particularly difficult situation. No matter the circumstance, good, bad, extraordinary, mundane, shall I not say God is good? I am a creature of habit and will I make my habit to say that God is good in every situation?
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