I survived a whopper of a cold recently. Actually technically I’m still on the mend, so I think I’ve survived.
As I was laying in bed for two days, I felt completely and utterly alone. Lonely, I guess. I wanted someone to make me tea with honey, chicken noodle soup and to run to the store to buy me tissues, lozenges and a gallon of NyQuil. Being that I’m single and I live alone, that didn’t happen. I had to put on my big girl pants and take care of myself.
Back to the lonely part. I had no contact with the outside world. I talked to my mom for a few minutes here and there, but I had a lot of time to feel sorry for myself.
Sunday night I got a text from a friend, asking me to run on Monday. I agreed and then subsequently backed out and agreed to Quizzo instead. (Yes, I’m a geek. Sue me.)
Tuesday, I got a call from a friend I haven’t spoken to for a while. Another friend called and invited me to lunch. Today I got little notes from friends that I don’t hear from often, but when I do it matters…you know those friends…lifers who, when you see them after five years, you don’t even skip a beat?
The point I’m trying to make here is that we’re not in this thing alone. Satan tried to convince me that no one cared that I was sick. He tried to make me feel unworthy because I’m not married. He’s a LIAR. First and foremost, God was with me through every feverish, coughing up both lungs moment. (And honestly, who wants to be around me when I’m sick? I’m mean and I don’t like to be around people when I’m sick.) When I pulled through, there were people just waiting to interact.
If you are reading this and feel alone, you are not. Abba Father is right there with you, maybe holding you up as you feel faint. Isaiah 43:2 says:
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you;
when you walk through fire you shall not be burned,
and the flame shall not consume you.
Take a moment to really chew on that…get that tattooed on your heart and you will never feel alone again.