Health

My dear one,

As I sit here this evening, nursing my cup of tea with honey and lemon, hoping for some relief for my sore throat, I am actually more thankful than miserable. I am so thankful for the good health with which God has blessed me, especially since I've returned to the schedule of a busy student. I confess I am a bit of a germaphobe, feeling the need to use hand sanitizer after public doorknobs and such. But my germ-conscientiousness has paid off for the most part. I can count on one hand the number of times I've been really under the weather with any kind of of sore throat or congestion these past three years. The Lord has spared me from those crippling flu symptoms. I've really been quite healthy all my life: no cavities in my teeth, no prescription medications, no physical disabilities except for a bit of nearsightedness. I didn't have any broken bones until an unfortunate mishap on my walk to work five years ago, resulting in a broken bone in my foot and an air cast for six weeks.

I know many godly friends who are struggling with pain and illness, yet their countenances and spirits remain such a strong testimony to God's grace.

So who am I to complain about a little cold?