I have been sick for weeks. I’ve spent almost all this new year ill. I am left feeling completely tapped out, fragile as a soap bubble, right on the edge of failing.
This was not a good time to be an invalid. I had much to do, much to sort, plan, plant, sew, knit. But the old body had other ideas, and decided that a good long session of over the top allergic reactions was needed.
I am finally turning the corner. The skin is starting to heal, although I look like I was spattered with something hot. My face looks like I just went through a chemical peel – it is red and tender. Over the weekend, my lower lip was so swollen that it pushed out my chin and jaw; I wasn’t recognizable. I had already had one trip to emergency for the first allergic reaction, which gave me a swollen, distorted face and impaired breathing. This crisis, I stayed home and treated myself with benadryl and ibuprofen and fasting – 48 hours on just water, because I couldn’t get anything else in my mouth. I slept for most of two days. Finally, the horrible inflammation went away.
I asked for prayers from all my friends via facebook. I think that was what saved me from worse.
I don’t know how prayer works – but God gave us the privilege of joining with Him in shaping life by turning to him with our needs and fears.
God asks us to give Him our spiritual energy, and then blesses us with answered prayers. The more we pray, the closer we get to His will, and the more we see answer to our prayers.
So the Apostle tells us to pray without ceasing – and for good reason.