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Our entire family {excluding my husband} got sick over Christmas.
It began on two days before Christmas and didn’t completely end until New Year’s.
One by one, each of my children and myself developed a fever and lingering cold with all its symptoms.
Will was the last one of the bunch to get sick.
I knew it was his turn when I found him asleep on his bedroom floor in the middle of the night as I was checking on Jenny.
He watched as each of his sisters and I dealt with this cold.
But throughout the entire time, he refused to admit that he was actually sick.
When I asked him how he felt, he responded with “good” or “fine”.
When I asked him if he was sick, he responded adamantly with “No, I not sick!”
This continued even though he was running a high fever and slept all day, not even showing an interest in watching a movie in bed.
Obviously, he was sick.
He just didn’t want to admit this fact because if he did, he would have to take medicine.
And he wasn’t about to do that!
I had to practically hold him down in a headlock to get the medicine he needed down his throat and into his system.
Will’s refusal to admit to being sick reminds me of the refusal we all give at times to our own sin, our sickness of soul.
We don’t want to admit that we are sinners.
That we are selfish.
That we are in need of a savior.
Even though it is blaringly apparent that we are just that, we still refuse.
We refuse because we don’t want to receive the medicine that God has for us.
It may be painful, it may cause some discomfort in the short-term, but in the end it will soothe and sure and heal. Only, we’re just too head strong to admit our need for Him.
As I watched Will struggle against the good medicine I had for him, I became utterly frustrated.
I had an answer to his problem, something that would make him feel better.
Something that was good for him.
But he stubbornly refused the good that I had for him.
How must our Heavenly Father look at us with similar frustration as we struggle against the good that He has for us, for our lives.
He has good gifts waiting for us, if we would just let go of our stubborn ways and admit that we are sinners in need of a savior.
Instead of adamantly proclaiming that we are NOT sick, let’s call out to the One that can make us truly well.
Yes, I am sick!
Yes, I am a sinner!
Yes, I am willing to take the good medicine that you have for me!
Are you ready to admit your own sickness?
Are you willing to take the good medicine that He has for you?