A few weeks ago on my fortieth birthday I got a fabulous new pink bike. It's a beautiful bike. Kind of retro 50s style with chrome accents and a pink and white seat. I love my new bike.
Around the same time I started noticing a sore throat and the long & short of it is that I ignored the sore throat that became the cough that became the hoarse voice that became the body aches, chills and fever. Two weeks later I landed reluctantly in my doctor's office with instructions to take my antibiotics (all of them!); two days of bed rest and three lost days of work. Those three days were ear-marked for vacation in July...sigh.
I'm much better thank you very much. I worked Thursday and Friday albeit at a slower clip than usual and I came home and basically straight to bed afterward. Just a little bit of running around town on Saturday left me worn out and sleeping soundly before 9:00 p.m. Usually I attend both of our church services at 9:30 and 11:15. I went to the earlier service today intending to stay on through but by 11:00 I was getting tired and headed home. Being a bright, cool Mother's Day I thought maybe a bike-ride around the block would boost my spirits and metabolism. I rode about fifteen feet before the coughing started and my legs refused to go any further. I forced myself home frustrated with this ongoing weakness. And so my beautiful pink bike continues to sit sparkling in the sun.
I'll tell you, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired. How much longer can this hang on?
Then again, I wonder, if maybe sometimes the Lord puts the brakes on my body so he can have a day or two of my mind?
I have no choice but to be relatively still at the moment and so I guess I will do just that. But in my heart; me and Jesus are riding bikes.
The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the LORD lack no good thing.