One thing I've learned about God is He uses sickness to still me so I can listen without distraction. I am not feeling obligated to clean house or do dishes or run to the grocery store or have a phone conversation. Sickness is my "free excuse" for being still.
And don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those sappy folks who have the grace to be still and be thankful for the right to suffer for Him and all that. Oh, no. I do not do the martyr thing well. I do not go down without a fight, and I whine horribly at my body's vulnerablities and weaknesses. Really. I am an unlovely patient.
BUT, God is good and faithful, and when I'm done fighting and whining and finally say, "Okay, I'm here. I'm glad you are here, too. What do you want to talk about?", He usually takes me into some really good deep stuff. When it is over, my soul feels full, and I feel recharged throughout my whole being.
This morning I was telling Him how I missed writing the blog, but I really don't have anything profound to say, and I don't want to take up your time and space with fluff.
I heard His sweet whisper, "Ask Me what I want to tell them."
I smiled. "What do you want to tell them?"
"TELL THEM I LOVE THEM!" He boomed excitedly.
"Tell them I love when they come to me. I love time with them. I love hearing the excitement of their lives, and I love when they let me tell them about my excitement. Tell them I love them...high...and long...and wide...and deep...
and if they are wondering if they are still welcome here, the answer is YES!!!"