Year of Greater Glory (Musing)
This Monday in the year of greater glory, I woke up especially early. I wasn’t sure if I had even slept properly the night before which seemed more like a mere couple of hours before. Yet my usual tiredness is not with me or perhaps it is hidden; latent, waiting for its opportune time to strike.
I have been unwell since Thursday, it was perhaps due to foolishness and the hazy weather and I fell sick with fever. High fever at that. There were moments that I could only depend on Jesus as my body spun out of control. Most of the times I laid in bed, shivering. The meds that the clinic prescribed proved useless, yet I took it religiously and suffered. And when the meds ran out, I had no choice to take what the pharmacy offered, and it worked. Ironically I could have lessened my suffering with generic meds from a retail pharmacy.
I am better today than I was yesterday, or so I think, but it seems my year of greater glory may have come to past. Praise the Lord.
The old has passed away. This is a new chapter. Amen.