I somehow managed to catch a cold in the middle of the summer. Kind of annoying.
But I actually don’t mind getting a cold once in a while. You see, it’s the least bothersome way to be sick. You don’t feel great for a few days, but you’re not so sick you can’t enjoy resting and watching movies and reading.
Sometimes it feels like God’s way of reminding me that slowing down and letting him handle things is okay. For instance, finals week of my first semester of college, I had a cold. I had to just do what I could and let that be enough, because I didn’t have energy for anything more. And it worked out just fine. I’ve never worried about finals week since.
So, yeah. I wouldn’t want to be sick all the time. But once in a while… it’s actually kind of nice.