Tomorrow is another day...

Many of you know that I have a rather unruly gastro-intestinal system, as of late. I've been struggling with digestive issues for awhile now, experiencing brief (but blissful) times of relief intermingled with severe discomfort. It's become something I've gotten used to dealing with, and for the most part I can fly under the radar even when I'm having trouble. But this weekend, I got sick. I mean, I just plain got sick!

And an amazing thing happened. 

Taking the advice of one very wise woman in my life, I decided to simply allow myself to be sick. Instead of rebelling against it, or working myself up into an anxious frenzy, I went home and slept. And slept. And slept some more. I sipped gatorade and munched on gluten-free toast, and then (you guessed it) I SLEPT. I did not let myself feel guilty, or worried, or even the slightest bit annoyed with my miserable body. I just let myself be sick. 

I've picked up a daily devotional book called Streams in the Desert, and yesterday's thoughts included this snippet from a poem by J. Danson Smith:

Sit still, my daughter! Just sit calmly still!

What higher service could you for Him fill?

It's hard, ah yes! But choicest things must cost!

For lack of losing all how much is lost.

It's hard, tis true! But then-- He gives you grace

To count the hardest spot the sweetest space