I have been battling a cold for weeks. My generous husband brought it home and kindly shared it. (Next time he brings something like this home I’m checking into a hotel with room service for a week.
I cough, cough, cough, during the day and mainly at night. I have missed church for three weeks! I am sick of being sick. I have tried cough drops, OTC cough syrups and even a prescription cough med that was supposed to loosen and suppress the cough at the same time (which I totally do not understand). Nothing works.
My nights are spent traveling from bed to recliner to rocker to bed again, trying to find a place and position where I do not cough. So far, nothing seems to work. My sleep is spotty and rough.
I have discovered something about myself amid the coughing. I am not a very patient patient. I am more than ready to have this behind me.
And yet, as I sit here this morning wrapped in a warm sweater and blanket, I am thankful. My God has promised to be with me always. Well or Sick. Fussy or Patient. Peaceful or Struggling. I have His promise.
“Remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” [Matthew 28:20b HCSB]
Thank you, LORD, that You are here — always. Amen.
