As soon as I opened my eyes this morning, I knew that there would be no leaving the house. I knew that it would be one of “those days,” when getting out of the bed and walking down the hall into the living room would be an accomplishment. That’s the nature of CFIDS. Yes, there are things I can do to manage the symptoms – avoiding certain foods, practicing good sleep hygiene, using the tools gained through these months of counseling to manage stress. Still, there are days like this. Days when it just doesn’t matter what kind of effort I’ve put forth. I’ll have to give way to the fatigue.
Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in needs, in persecutions, in distresses, for Christ’s sake. – 2 Corinthians 12:10a (NKJV)
Oh, I want to shake Paul. I want to ask him how he can possibly take pleasure in these things.
Pleasure – eudokeo (yoodokeho): think it good; be well-pleased with
Infirmities – astheneia (astheniah): want of strength; weakness; infirmity; frailty; feebleness of health; sickness
Reproaches – oneidismos: a reproach as Christ suffered; disapproval; disappointment
Distresses – anaghe (anangkay): calamity
How can I think it a good thing to be laid out on the couch, drained of strength and desire? How can I be well-pleased with this body that surrenders so easily to every invader?
I suppose I should be used to being sick by now. I’ve always been the one who catches all the colds and all the flus. For as long as I can remember I’ve dealt with rashes, allergies, stomach ailments, pounding headaches and the like. This is nothing particularly new. And yet…I find myself hoping that I’ll wake up one morning and feel fine. That I’ll be in possession of health and vigor. That I’ll be able to bounce out the door instead of crawling like a slug.
If I’m honest, I’ll have to admit that I don’t yet have the maturity to have a right perspective on illness. But what is that right perspective? How do you move beyond the disappointment and the sense of isolation?
My comfort lies in God’s promised healing. Trouble is, that promise comes with a call to trust: I don’t dictate His timing. It may well be that I do not experience release from this until Heaven. That doesn’t mean He fails to come through – it means He knows more than I do.
That’s hard to deal with. That makes me uncomfortable. God does have good plans for us. I believe that. His good plan for me might involve sickness. It certainly seems to at this point. How can that be? Couldn’t I do so much more, be so much more, if my body were strong and healthy? Couldn’t I be of so much more use to Him?
That, I guess, is the real question: Is the value of a person, their usefulness in the Kingdom, tied up in how much they can do?
I’ve lived with the diagnosis of CFIDS for over a year-and-a-half now. I’ve lived with the mental diagnoses for seven months. Even after all that time, I am only just beginning to understand how illness reaches out and touches everything. Everyone.
All of me.
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3 thoughts on “The God with Whom we Are Uncomfortable: a Pleasure”
Marie, I too have suffered possibly every infection imaginable especially since going through Menopause which was the most horrible time of my life.
Praying daily for the Divine Health I know God wants us to live in, that is hope for me. I am so proud of your progress. Hang in there….
“Couldn’t I do so much more, be so much more, if my body were strong and healthy? Couldn’t I be of so much more use to Him?”
The weakness you have is a gift- a cross you have been given to carry. We can draw near to God through our struggles, and learn to depend on his strength in a way that we cannot otherwise. Drawing near to God is the singularly most useful thing we can do with our lives. Try to not get distracted by thoughts of bigger and better things than that. Consider the way of the ancient saints of the desert.
Your determination to keep your life centered upon Christ inspires me.
Thanks for expressing exactly what I am feeling today. I have lived with CFIDS for nine years now and depression far longer. God grant us the ability to bear with our infirmities as long as need be,