“Yeah, I haven’t been sick on the Race thus far…I just don’t get sick very much…”
Those are words I spoke Sunday, July 14th.
Monday morning-I woke up and felt like something was a little off in my body.
Surely it’s nothing. I’ll just run it off. It’s nothing.
Tuesday morning-Still felt like something was amiss…took an Airborne…I’ll run it off. It’s nothing.
Wednesday morning, Thursday morning, Friday morning.-same story.
Friday afternoon, my body felt like it was done fighting. (And I also think I got partially electrocuted in the newly installed shower…but that’s another story and hopefully unrelated to the following). 
Friday evening, 7 o’clock, in the midst of a church service, it hit.
Man down.
That was the longest night of my life…I want to say I’m being dramatic…but I went to the bathroom 13 times by the time the sun came up at 5 o’clock. I was exhausted and achy, and I may have told the Lord multiple times that I was ready to come home if He was ready for me.
Saturday morning, I turned on my side and grabbed my bible. You know what my reading was for the day? Well, it involved 2nd Chronicles 21.
You want to know what verse 15 says? Well, let me tell you…
“And you yourself shall have a severe illness because of an intestinal disease, until your bowels fall out because of sickness, day after day.”
I just knew that was me.
Sickness is an odd thing. While I was lying there, now keenly aware of just how uncomfortable my sleeping pad was, I asked the Lord what in the world He had for me in that moment.
I really have never been one to get sick much. I hate taking medicine and even vitamins. Taking the Airborne was a stretch for me. I chalked up my good health to the fact that I’m active and ‘eat healthy’. However, truth be told, I’ve been healthy even in the seasons when I haven’t eaten so healthy…so I don’t know how much of what I’ve done or haven’t done has contributed to my health.
My good health was beginning to make me feel invincible. I would have never said that, but I felt it.
Even though I was continually thankful for my health, somewhere along the way I started to take credit for it. Now, yes, I believe I do have a responsibility for how I live and operate and take care of what I’ve been given, but it’s still by the grace and for the purpose of God that I’m allowed to be here and even take my next breath.
Ironic twist on this whole situation is that I’d been asking the Lord to show me what it is to walk in humility…and I think it’s starting with Him reminding me that I’m not invincible.
Who knew? Apparently I didn’t.
And it only took 22 trips to the bathroom in less than 24 hours for me to grasp it.
(For the moms out there-I’m feeling fine now! It just lasted a couple days. So don’t be worrying:))
