Is anything too big or too small for God?

I hate being sick. I think everybody does. Unfortunately, I succumbed to a head cold just over a day ago. It started off with some body aches, a general sense of malaise and some nasal congestion in the evening. I had nothing for it but I knew the drill. I planned to go to the pharmacy and get my usual head cold medicine early the next day – yes, usual because I am prone to head colds.

The next morning, I woke up feeling significantly worse. I did some work I couldn’t get away with not doing then decided to take a nap before heading to the pharmacy. Sadly, my body had other ideas. It seemed like it had decided to wage war against me. I had a terrible headache straight from the pits of hell. I couldn’t sneeze or cough without feeling like I’d burst several capillaries. Opening my eyes was an impossible feat and I felt dizzy. I ended up staying in bed pretty much all day.

When I woke up in the evening and still felt terrible, I decided to pray. It was too late to go to the pharmacy and I was having the worst time with no medication in the house. I prayed for my headache to subside and for relief from the aches and pains I was feeling. My prayers were so modest. Luckily, Jesus is anything but frugal in His giving. I didn’t feel the relief the split second I prayed, but I did not have to wait long. My headache subsided and I began to feel a bit better, so I prayed again, and again. Then I felt it. The shift. The difference in how I felt was so marked!

You know, I used to do this all the time. When I would get sick, my first port of call would be to pray for healing. It was so effective. At some point, I stopped doing that so much. After I prayed and felt so much better, I remembered my prayers for healing in the past and I thought, “Oh, Flo! How could you forget to pray?” I caught myself wondering what things I had gone through that I didn’t have to experience if only I had prayed. Thankfully, I also felt a sense of grace. I am learning to treat myself as Jesus would, and He definitely would lovingly remind or convict me instead of admonishing me the way I had been doing.

Today, I finally managed to get to the pharmacy and got some medication. I still feel a bit under the weather. This time though, instead of going through it seemingly alone and hoping for the best, I am putting my hope and trust in God and praying for a full and swift recovery. In fact, I believe it is already done.

“Keep on asking, and you will receive what you ask for. Keep on seeking, and you will find. Keep on knocking, and the door will be opened to you.” 
Matthew 7:7 NLT

Love,