As I sit with various people over these last few days, I’m reminded that there is a life we now live.
In this case, the life is short for some. Entangled with sickness and pain. Even distinguished by spurts of joy but mostly by survival of the not so fit.
And I pray, and I cry and I trust God for daily health. For not only the sufferers, but for those of us whose health is steady and predictable.
We can plan a vacation. We can foresee an evening meal with friends. We can even enjoy a bath and a time of reading uninterrupted by the fog of pain.
And so, I’m praying for many today. That God’s grace and joy would be yours. In sickness and in health.