“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!” Lamentations 3:24 (NKJV)
I came into work feeling, well, just not right. Not achy, like a cold; or tired because I hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before; or low on energy because I hadn’t been eating well. Just kind of…
“Blah,” I told one co-worker that morning.
“No other symptoms?” she replied.
“None,” I said.
When Deb cocked her head sideways and furrowed her brow, I knew something was up. “No other symptoms? Then you’re the only one who hasn’t noticed what a grump you’ve been the last two days.”
“Well, Dr. Deb,” I said—grumpily, I should note, “and what horrible disease might be causing this grumpiness?”
“Hurry sickness. You get it every time you try to do too much and think it’s still not enough. When’s the last time you simply spent a half hour with God?”
Every year I get a flu shot, so I don’t get the flu. I take vitamins daily, so I can ward off colds. I try to eat right and exercise. But all of those things will not keep me healthy if I don’t take my daily prescription for hurry sickness—at least 20 uninterrupted minutes of prayer and silence. God-time. Every day.
Feeling blah? Overwhelmed? Drained by a to-do list that keeps getting longer? I’ve learned to check myself for hurry sickness. I’m not always very good at preventing it, but at least I’ve learned the cure.
Fill me, God, with the health that comes only from You.
