Perhaps the greatest problem with the word “sick” is that it always travels with its two companions: “tired” and “discouraged.”
So if you try to be sick but hopeful, it is very difficult.
For a very brief season I found myself bedridden due to illness. I will reserve the details of this confinement for another time.
But my main memory is that I was in a hospital on the fourth floor, looking out the window at life below me, and realizing that I had been extracted from it. Efforts at optimism, prospects of prayer and sensations to plan my future seemed pointless.
If I were going to escape the hospital, I would only find myself in a limited capacity, unable to pursue my dreams and travel around, sharing my heart.
Although the term “bedridden” refers to a physical position, it is not long before your brain, your spirit, your talent and your hopes lie down in submission. I was convinced that the things I had set out to do in my life were being “tabled” in favor of a “chair.”
I don’t know what shook me out of it. Maybe it’s because self-pity tried to smother me to death.
- I fought back.
- I disagreed with my own negative prognosis.
- And eventually, I regained my life.
This is why on some nights when I feel particularly energized I find it difficult to sleep. The idea of reclining in a bed is not always a positive one to me.
And because of that experience, I will always believe that getting up is better than lying down.
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