Sick.

I feel lousy right now, kind of in that all encompassing way commonly referred to as the Flu.

On the rare occasion when I feel sick enough to climb into bed and stay there it occurs to me how profitable it is. I'm convinced that something happens spiritually to us when we're forced undercover. I believe God refines us. He works every so subtly, stripping away our "superman" complex, the one that runs automatically and unchecked most of the time, lubricated by hubris, with all the dashing sheen of a fake Rolex, to reveal us for who and what we really are: a run-of-the-mill Timex. If that.

In the grand scheme, illness is healing. It is God editing our back-code. Pulling and replacing wires. It helps to know this, because when we do we can mine these experiences for even greater growth, with the added appreciation of mercy and grace. We can look if we choose and and find meaning and open ourselves to the Lord's exploratory surgery with the knowledge that we need what He's doing, which He does for our sake, whether we want it or not.

Sickness brings the Healer.