A Blessing in Disguise

I've been truly blessed this past weekend, although I really don't appreciate it. I've been unwell- vomiting, fatigued, unable to eat, etc, etc. Truly quite miserable actually. But I'm grateful for it. I'm grateful for this small, painful way to glorify God. To offer up my suffering for the reparation of the wrongs done to His most sacred heart, the immaculate heart of Mary, for the glory of God and the repentance and salvation of sinners. It's rather humbling, when put in perspective, to be able to have trials and sorrows and illness. It's an amazing and quiet way to bear some of the pain that God has borne for us, and to recognise our need for God's healing love.

Don't get me wrong, I don't love being ill, ever, but I'm beginning to see the beauty of it. Earth is a place of suffering, of illness and war and destruction. We must endure our earthly burdens with the hope of God's glory and healing. So, just as food has been that amazing light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel to me over these past 4 days of not eating, so too is heaven our light-at-the-end-of-the-very-long-tunnel. I'm glad for this opportunity to thank God for health, and to bear suffering for Him.