I drug my “beast of burden” from my sick bed to the medicine cabinet and peered in…looking for something to relieve the sniffles and headache. It was difficult to determine which remedy of modern medicine to take…so I decided to open a can of chicken noodle soup instead. It was much more soothing than some wretched pill or nasty syrup and after consuming an entire bowlful I regained enough strength to crawl back in to bed, pull the covers over my head and nod off to sleep as I prayed.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for the all the good times and good health…even if underserved. Thank you, Lord, for this tiny bit of suffering that serves to remind me that life is not always fun and games or good health. Help me accept whatever suffering you send my way and endure it with a little bit of the same grace and composure You showed us on the cross.
Amen.
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