I felt the heat of heaven on me in worship yesterday. Infirmity’s grip got loosed. I am still walking that out, but at least my throat no longer hurts. It was like a knife stabbing me every time I swallowed.
This is one of those strange areas that I dont have wisdom for yet (or ever?). I know the word of God. I know that pain, sickness – all that has no legal right to be here. The Cross did the work. I am under the blood. So, why then do I battle infirmity. It has been a week. My sleep is disrupted. My time with the LORD is disrupted. This blows. But, bless God, He is the answer and until He lets me in on what’s up, I shall simply praise Him.
I believe that the LORD wants me entering a season of rest. I am not 100% confident yet, but I did get a word on it at Daystar. Then, it came up yesterday watching Bethel. I asked the LORD if I were to be at rest rather than war, and on the way to church, Laura said, “you are supposed to rest.” Well then, I guess that about answers it.
So, what does rest look like?
This fight with sickness feels more like war than rest. Maybe, that’s why it has lasted a week or more.