It's Friiiiiiiiiiiday!
I would sing that for you, but then I'd lose a lot of friends.
Friday means a lot to me:
First of all, it means a 3 hour day at my internship. And after getting used to 9 hour shifts, 3 hours feels like just enough time to get there, sit down, and leave.
Secondly, it means that the weekend is here and we get to see our families. Call me a homebody, but I love our fams.
But most importantly, it means I get to participate in... Five Minute Friday!
Here are the rules, via The Gypsy Mama, if you aren't familiar:
Rule I...Write for 5 minutes flat with no editing. None. Scary? Well... tough!
Rule II... Link back to The Gypsy Mama so others can participate!
Rule III... Leave some comment-love for the person who linked up before you on TGM's site!
Today's prompt...
Ready... Set... Write!
I wonder about a lot of things in this world.
Why, for instance, we park in driveways and drive in parkways.
I also wonder what it would be like to live on the moon. Would I finally not be the only person who isn't underweight? And would there be such a thing as obesity?
Really, though, I wonder about one thing in particular: why God hasn't healed me from my sickness.
Now, I'm not talking about some sort of metaphorical, spiritual sickness here. I have that, too, to be sure. In all seriousness, though, I wonder why God hasn't healed me from my lung disease.
Does he not care? Does he not feel my pain? Does he not understand?
Or was Jesus an asthmatic? Maybe he had Kartagener's! Or maybe I'm just kooky for thinking such a thing.
Someone recently asked me a very odd question: "Why do you think God hasn't healed you?" I wanted to answer by saying that I'm not God and I in no way want to speak on his behalf - I'm not nearly that cool. Instead, though, I gave it a little thought and came up with this:
Sure, I wonder why God hasn't healed me. I wonder if he ever will. But frankly, he doesn't need to. I pray that he'll heal me so I can work for him better. But truly, my God is bigger than that. He can use me in spite of me. He is SO big that he can use me with diseased lungs. He doesn't need my lungs to be well for me to serve him. He's that big.
And in light of that, I don't wonder as much anymore. Instead, I'm left in awe of how wondrous He is.
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What are some things that you wonder about? Do you find yourself pondering the same things on a daily basis? What sort of conclusions have you reached on those things? I'd love to hear from you about this (or anything else!). Just leave me a comment or send me an e-mail!
