On Spiritual Needs and Physical Reminders

This week I had an allergic reaction that went into anaphylactic shock. I have never had that kind of reaction to anything before, and I had spent the previous month dealing with a bad case of bronchitis. It just dawned on me that I had spent the last month in a state of disconnect from God. I had been trudging along in a funk that had been brought on by some tough interactions and have been feeling abstracted from life in general. Today, before she left for work my wife put on a worship compilation that we had made the year we were married, and it hit me…this is what I was missing: A sense of worshipful awe infusing my day.

When I let myself get caught up in the grind of life and let the joy of worship slack I enter a negative place. That place is characterized by a sense of withdrawal. Yes, I needed some space to heal from some negativity, but I forgot to bring along the healer. Tonight as I listened and sang and danced with my daughter before bed and sat in silent waiting on the ministry of the Spirit I am renewed.

What that means health wise I have no idea, but I am at peace.