Getting sick used to be fun as a kid. I could stay home from school, sleep in, receive extra attention from Mom, and watch movies. As an adult, it tears me away from my established routine and makes me think about life in a way I don't want to. That, and I'm responsible for the stuff I miss (like the Greek vocab quiz I missed on Tuesday).
Though my heart was inclined to spend time with the Lord, to seek him as my strength in the midst of my weakness of body, I found that all I wanted to do was sleep and amuse myself in my waking hours. Being groggy from medicine, I found that I didn't want to pay attention to any book, and only DVDs or computer games could keep me entertained and make me feel better. So most of the past two days have been filled with sleeping, movie watching, or resurrecting an old WWII computer game from my teenage years (except for a nice two hours Tuesday evening when Jessica came to visit me - she's a great girlfriend).
This morning I read a part of a paper on sickness by J.C. Ryle. One of his main points is that sickness is a gift from God, God's reminder to his mortal, fallen creation that life is short and to be lived for that which is of eternal consequence, namely, Christ and his Kingdom. I certainly wish I would have read this article before my sickness, but I am grateful nonetheless for the reminder that my body is fragile and temporal, and it won't last forever, even though I'm feeling better today. One day my life will end by means of sickness or age or violence, and my soul will face its Creator and have to give an account for the life He gave it.
May we take care of those eternal things now, and live as if we might die tomorrow, valuing only those things of ultimate importance.