So for the past few days I have been out of commission with what I can only describe as the Black Plague. I seriously hadn’t been that ill in years and I hope, at least for the foreseeable future, the not have to suffer through that again.
But you know what? I consider me getting sick an answered prayer. I’m dead serious. Anyone who knows me, or reads any past posts, knows I suffer from a health anxiety where I conjure up illnesses I don’t have in my head (majority stomach related) . I take those thoughts and dwell on them until I seriously do make myself sick from worry.
What being sick (really sick, not imaginary sick) over the past week has opened my eyes that I’ve wasted way, way too much time worrying about stuff I have no reason to worry about. I’ve wasted time and energy focusing on these phantom illnesses. Time and energy I could have used to do so much.
That’s why I consider it an answered prayer. I’ve been praying long and hard for God to help me with this problem. I think this is His way of saying, “wake up and enjoy this new healthy life I’ve given you.”
Enough said. I will.
