Little Pests

I have been in bed the past couple of days. I have been bogged down with sickness and can say that I have not meditated on anything other then feeling horrible. I wish I was holier then that but I am not. Being sick really is a pest. And it is a pest that I do despise. I keep trying to make this very clear, trying to offend this pest so that it stays far away from me. But it seems to take a liking to me. It is kinda of like cats. I really do not like the feline. I try and make this clear as well. But they love me. They love to rub against my leg and purr like they have really found a great friend. But alas my cats and sickness seem to really like me. I wish their was a solution. But I have come to understand that my lot is full of headaches (migraines really) and cats. The cats I think are more tolerable. Enough with the cat (I should say cats because our cat is about to bless us with more fuzzy felines!). My mom was sick. She was the kind of sick that never went away. she was the kind of sick that eventually took her. I never thought I would resemble her in this way. I always thought I was stronger. I always thought of myself as healthy and able. And I really am not sick like she was. But I am more like her in this way then I thought I would be. The problem is, every time I host a dinner, a party really anything, I get bogged down with a migraine. It really does seem that my little body cannot handle hospitality. This really bugs me because I love, love having people over. I do struggle with this. If I host, then my family suffers the next day. And Jason has become part house-wife because of this. I am young and want to be strong and not feel at war in this body daily. Weakness of any sort is hard. Weakness in body is a constant reminder to me of the pardox we all are. New life in Jesus, called to leave the old man and his old ways and walk with the Spirit in new life. But this new life is residing in a fallen body. There are things about this old man that will not "die" until I really die. And it is not untill I am raised from the dead, that the new man will get to walk in his new body. Our culture is obsessed with preserving our decaying bodies. They grasp after this like it is the way to new life. But Jesus really is the way the truth and the life and it is by following him daily and dying daily that we find new resurrection life. And this is how we live and it is a reminder to us that when we have that final death, that it will most assuredly be followed up by resurrection. So here is to living in a body fallen and decaying and remembering the promise that we have victory over death in the end.