When I woke up with a sprained neck this morning I felt really bitter.
I've been struck with so many incapacitating ailments recently. From the weak simmering feverish feeling and heavy head since Monday night to the blood in my phlegm this morning... along with the sickening neckache which sends pulses of pain down my arms.

You know how the neckache is just an ultimate killer. I can hardly point my head down to look at the notes on my table.
That said, the pain I had to put up with for the rest of the day was already a dramatically reduced version of what I had till breakfast.

And so bitter I was for the whole of today until a message from avelene compelled me to think otherwise.
She commented that this semester is really not my sem, since I was so often sick or injured.

I felt... compelled to snap us both out of that frame of mind and so I replied saying that there were plenty more days when I was well.
And indeed there were and there will be. I pray dear Lord that you will not let this fact escape me. Let me serve you with a crazy zeal for every of my fit days. Let me serve you bravely even when I'm sick.

I thank God that while I was waiting for the bus to go to church, Dr Tan walked by and offered to drop me off. It was so timely, I was feeling unwell and worse, I was close to being late.
Let me remember to give thanks for these things in my life. They're ever so appropriately downplaying the negativity which sickness brings.

And so I end today with thanksgiving, because of Your meticulous planning and you guided me gently to appreciate the vastness of grace in the simple pleasures of life.