Being Well Again

  It feels so good to be well again. After publishing my post about being sick, I got a little better, and then I got sicker then before. Last Saturday was spent almost entirely sleeping, and sitting on the couch like a zombie daubing my raw nose with a Kleenex. There is a world of difference between the feeling of being sick and achy and being well and sore from a workout. I would take the post-workout soreness any day of the week.
  Now that I am well, I can take a deep breath without first having to blow my nose. I can run around without having to drag around lead-like feet. I can cook and drive and fully appreciate the beauty of the great outdoors. There are so many things I begin to take for granted when I fall into the routine of being well. Even though sickness is the result of sin in the world, sickness can be good thing. When I am well, I so often forget to be grateful for my health, and all the good things that stem from it.