“The Lord your God is with you. He’s mighty to deliver. He takes great delight in you. He will quiet you with His love. He rejoices over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17
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This week we had an invader break into our home. We were, or I was that person who had made every preparation to protect myself. I wasn’t one of those people who thought she would just chance it. Oh no, not me! I took the flu shot! ….and it didn’t work! My sweet hubby drug me to the doctor and after the test where they try to scrape brain matter through your nostrils with a cotton swab on a wooden chopstick, the young, baby-faced doctor told me that the flu virus has mutated and somehow skirted the vaccination this year! Congratulations! You have the flu!
Mutated?!?! That sounds like something from a Sci-fi movie! I can hear it over the surround sound PA system… “Oh Doctor! The virus has mutated and escaped!” And I was one of the victims! I was so angry! Why did I take the stupid shot? (OK, I get the theory. I’m just sick of being sick!) Not my Boaz, he refused the flu shot this year and voila! No flu for you, sweet hubby! Your penalty is to take care of the patient, me, your wife, the oh so irritable and sick one!
Let me just tell you! If you think I’m a hand full on a good day, watch out on the days that I’m in the bed, sick as a dog! My sweet husband got up three nights in a row to fetch dry clothes for me and sheets for the bed because I had sweat my fever off to only have it return again the next day! Not to mention I kept him awake all night coughing like some sick sea lion. He also fixed meals, called me to the table and the best I could do was eat a couple bites and collapse back in the bed. I complained about every ache and pain with a loud and irritating whine. I am the worst patient! Did I mention I HATE being sick?!!
There’s no doubt in my mind that if the tables were turned and I was having to take care of myself, I would have put me in the bed and simply closed the door on all those shenanigans. Enough is enough! We all know you’re sick already!
In the endless days of being stuck in the bed this past week, I have had just a little time to play that scenario over in my head. While there were times that I probably would have slid the bowl of soup back across the table and said, “Oh no! You’re gonna eat some more of this, young lady! I slaved over this can of soup!” What I really thought about is how God never grows tired of our whining. He never tires of hearing us cry about how bad our life was that day, about how we wanted things to turn out differently, or the endless other things we choose to bring to Him. He never grows tired of our problems!
“The Lord your God is with you. He’s mighty to deliver. He takes great delight in you. He will quiet you with His love. He rejoices over you with singing.” (Zeph. 3:17)
He will quiet you with His love! What a great verse God gave us to help us know Him better. His love does quiet the fears and pains and He rejoices over us with singing. Wow! This verse causes me to know that I can lean back against my Fathers arms and allow Him to quiet me in my troubles as He rejoices over me with singing. It says He takes great delight in me. Me! -Ugly, worst bed head, feverish and flu mangled from the mutated virus, and He takes great delight in me. Because He loves me.
He never tires of taking care of us! It doesn’t matter how bad it gets. He still loves us. ~ Cindy
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Your Turn: Have you had days where you needed to lean back against your loving Fathers arms and just share your hurts and disappointments? He’s there, ready to welcome you, longing to hold you and rejoice over you with singing. Find your place in His arms today. ~ Breath on Paper