“I used to think you had to be special for God to use you, but now I know you simply need to say yes.” ~~Bob Goff
Years ago I lay awake with a broken foot, marveling at how much pain it could cause. “This can’t be real.” I told myself. “Nothing can seriously hurt this bad.”
I had a similar experience these last few weeks as I lay bedridden with the flu. “This can’t be real.” I said again. “No sickness can be this bad.”
Only, much like my broken foot, it was that bad. So bad that–though I’m accustomed to pulling myself up by my boot straps and “never being sick”–I had to resign to staying in bed and binging on a ridiculous amount of masterpiece theater collections followed by binging on documentaries about the royal family to answer the questions brought to mind by said masterpiece theater collections (my British ancestors would be so proud).
I was too sick to read or write or do anything of a productive nature whatsoever.
Which has left me to wonder if I will ever–after those long hours of brain numbing binging–find anything of significance to write about again.
But I have to try because I said yes. I said yes to showing up and doing my best, with a prayer that God will take what I am lacking and make up the difference.
I fear He’s going to have a big job ahead of Him for the next little while.
Unless of course I decide to write a post about the Royal family. I seem to be fairly well versed on that subject as of late.