It was late last Friday night. I decided I would spend a few moments reading the Bible. As I lay across my bed, I realized that I was not feeling normal. My entire body felt strange.
Within an hour or so, I knew that something was different. Strength was leaving and cold chills began to come over me.
I was sick. Fever with who-knows-what illness. I was engaged in a personal battle with a microscopic enemy and my body, equipped with God’s defenses for such things, was fighting back—-at a very respectable temperature of 103. Let’s just say that I was not enjoying the confrontation.
Most things in my "regular" life stopped. No working, no cooking, cleaning, driving—I really didn’t even want to walk around. I was weak. Important things would just have to wait.
Wait until when? When my strength was returned.
In Isaiah 40, we are told that "those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength." That seems to be implying that there will be times when our strength will be weakened and we will be in need of renewal. Speaking from a present struggle or from memories of past spiritual battles, one who knows of weakness and of strength yearns for the latter.
May we remember to put our hope in God.