When we are infected and trying to make good time

Medicine hasn't been put away for days but instead sits on a counter waiting for rotation with a spoon and who needs brushes to comb hair just to sit inside walls. Days have moved in slow motion with sick kids and fevers. Where pj's are fashion statements because we aren't far removed from beds. And sickness is mending to the point where today we may actually be with real people {besides us}.

We've been quarantined. Keeping our kids from exposing others and spreading sick even more.

Our own soul-sickness can also make us feel outside the camp, defiled.

And we've languished through the minutes, hours, days while lack of sleep has made me tired enough from being overly productive. But naps have also been elusive so I've muddled, stared in space and thought about naps.

It's just a cold or some minor infection and we all have this sin-germ, really. And sickness, whether in souls or bodies, seems to steal time.

"Fever seems to play a key role in

helping your body fight off a number of infections." MayoClinic

Vulnerable is a word I keep hearing, reading, and meditating on and I know how sin likes to keep us sick.  Either ones committed against us, with us, or by us.

Time is a soldier marching onward, no respecter of whether we're healed or not but moves beginning to it's end and sometimes I want to wave a white flag to retreat time. Turn flank, march backwards and cover ground a different way.

And carrying the germ seems easier than letting sickness have a grip, of experiencing the fever of failure and vulnerability feels like the thing which will burn us up. Exposing our unkempt ways without a brush to comb some control.

And me? I like appearances, the one who always tried to keep them up, wear them. I held it all together. But that's my problem.

I wasn't meant to hold it together. 

But I tried. And failed catastrophically. And time seemed to crash around me and ruins seemed like waste or loss and a sorry state of time seemed to be all I had left. 

"A fever is usually a sign that something out

of the ordinary is going on in your body." MayoClinic

But time has a way of redeeming. Of healing infected minutes, years, when I realized there was a better Medicine than the world. A great Physician who makes time stand still, cures our soul-disease, and rebuilds ruins because He's a (re)maker of time.  

It took a Holy fever consuming me to work "something out of the ordinary". To be inoculated by His medicinal Spirit because {soul} health recovers and renews. And this Person who mends and heals and makes all of time good.....to those who love Him.  It's Love who redeems time and makes it something good.

"Praise the LORD, my soul, and forget not all his benefits— who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s."

Psalm 103:2-5

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