I was sick last week. (I won’t go into all the details, because I’m THAT GUY that gets grossed out easily when others feel the need to describe their bathroom experiences on twitter.) One of my major symptoms was a raging fever. I had taken Motrin and Tylenol cocktails all morning, and the fever took about 10 hours to finally break. I sat in bed rocking back and forth, moaning, with aches in every joint of my body, and with goosebumps covered in a literal cold sweat. I was miserable. But later in the day the fever started to leave, and it was like the fog had been lifted.
As I started to feel better, the reality of how great I felt begin to settle in. That fever had provided a much needed jolt of perspective. Feeling bad really helps me to appreciate when I feel good. As I moved into feeling much better, I couldn’t shake how much is really sucked to feel bad. Feeling good again made me appreciate a hot cup of tea, the sunlight coming through the windows, and miraculously my kids voices suddenly sounded refreshing again. I’m not advocating that we all contract a debilitating fever, but I firmly believe that to appreciate what we have we sometimes have to get some decent perspective.
Ask yourself, How does what I’m going through compare to what I’ve been through? Do those around me struggle with the same things I’m struggling with? How bad is my current situation really?
Be challenged to look back at what you’ve seen, done, and experienced; and pray that God will help us all gain some perspective moving forward.
Distance not only gives nostalgia, but perspective, and maybe objectivity.