(Okay, let’s face it, part 1 of ‘The Art of Being Sick’ was months ago, but I’m so uninspired that I couldn’t think of a better title.)
Blogging is hard when you’re sick.
Maybe if I had a niche-ier type of blog it would be easier, because I would already have something lined up to talk about. I could just upload my carrot cake recipe, my book review, my makeup routine.
Campers, I don’t have a carrot cake recipe (though I hope you do because then when I come to visit you can make me some because carrot cake is all kinds of wonderful). I haven’t reviewed a book in months because all my words are being used for my blog. I don’t wear makeup often enough to have a makeup routine.
The point of this blog was to talk about each day, to choose something that had stood out in that day and write about it.
What stood out to me today?
I’ve noticed that with being sick, a lot of people want sympathy but don’t necessarily give it. People seem to have high expectations of you asking how they are every five minutes if they’re sick, but don’t go near you when the roles are reversed. Why is that?
It feels like people want to be loved but hold back from loving. Again, why is that? We can’t just blame everything on our ‘humanness’ or on our inability to be more like Christ, surely. We can’t just say it’s the way we are without trying to be transformed.
How long are we going to keep using our brokenness as an excuse to keep doing ‘bad things’ rather than simply asking for some grace while we genuinely try to change?