All I know is that when I went to bed last night, I was feeling fine. Sometime during the night, some kind of stomach bug activated in me and made the rest of the night less fun. It’s been a while since I was that sick.

I wouldn’t want to relive that night for a long while yet, but sometimes sickness is a way of your body telling you that you need rest. I ended up missing work today because I was completely drained and slightly feverish. Again, I don’t want a stomach bug (or whatever that was) for a long time, but it was a day of rest that I probably needed.

Also, I don’t think I will be taking my health for granted for a while. This has made me appreciate those who have dealt with chronic illnesses for years and years and still find a way to love God and remain steadfast under their trials.

Being sick is as good a reminder as any that this world isn’t our forever home. One day, there will be a sickness from which we won’t recover. There will be a health crisis that will be where God calls us home. I don’t like thinking about finiteness or mortality, but it is a part of the fallen human condition.

The older I get, the more I long for that forever home with no pain or suffering or stomach bugs. The more I can’t wait to see those who have gone on before me. Most of all, the most I can’t wait to see Jesus face to face and hear the words “Well done, good and faithful servant.”