Week #2 of what has turned into a nasty sinus infection. The cough is so persistent that REM is a luxury, and of course, lack of sleep sets me up for another migraine, which greeted me this morning when I woke up after a few hours of rest. Bob was about to drag me to the doctor (nurses are such good patients, you know) but I betook myself yesterday and was first in line.
The doctor (one of my former students, BTW) basically said I was already doing all the right things, and then added an antibiotic and high-powered cough syrup into the mix.
As I write this, I’m sitting on the patio. The birds are singing, a distant rooster is trying to wake up the town, and Bob—bless his heart—is sound asleep in our bedroom which I vacated in the middle of the night so at least one of us could get some Z’s.
And I realize I am at a juncture. I can follow my symptoms down that road of negativity, or…
I could rewind what I just wrote: I am sitting (not lying in a sickbed) outside (the weather is beautiful, sunshine dappling through the trees in the cool morning air) listening to birds. I’m drinking my pot of Yorkshire tea. I have a healthy husband who loves me and our family. Most of my plants are actually thriving in the garden. (Okay, people, that’s a big one, just saying.)
The list goes on from there. And I’m reminded of someone in worse straits than I:
“A mob quickly formed against Paul and Silas, and the city officials ordered them stripped and beaten with wooden rods. They were severely beaten, and then they were thrown into prison. The jailer was ordered to make sure they didn’t escape. So the jailer put them into the inner dungeon and clamped their feet in the stocks. Around midnight Paul and Silas were praying and singing hymns to God, and the other prisoners were listening.”
Severely beaten and thrown in a dungeon, not a pretty site. There was no denying their pain or predicament, but they were also at a juncture. Gripe and complain, or focus on and use the resources they had (each other, love of God, voices to worship).
Admittedly, God doesn’t always send His breakthrough in the form of an earthquake. But almost always there are others watching and listening to how we respond prior to the breakthrough.
The highest miracle, and the bottom line of all life’s situations, is the spiritual breakthrough of those influenced by Paul and Silas’s reaction to their circumstances. Hmmmm…
My tea is now gone, and thankfully, so is the migraine. Time for a little gardening. (Shhhh…don’t tell Bob.)
Acts 16:22-25 Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers Inc., Carol Stream, Illinois 60188. All rights reserved.