It wasn't spectacular, looked for, or dramatic.
I got sick.
My immediate reaction? "God, please, I can't be sick! I can't afford to miss work. I don't have time, there's so much to do..." But God changed my perspective. I started having flashbacks to the last time I was sick...losing a breakfast I never ate in the ER bathroom. Wishing I could cry, scream or black out; any other reaction but the one I was having from the pain that seemed to be everywhere. Funny how much your perception of one circumstance can change in a few seconds! I was immediately convicted. I was in minor discomfort. But I was already griping about how it messed up "my plans"! Ouch. Instead of whining about the "inconvenience", I started thanking God for what I could be grateful for. Guess what. The rest of my evening was oddly pleasant. Laying in the hall, on wood floors that mimicked the 26F outside temperature, I had some wonderful time with God. As weird as it sounds. I'm so glad He interrupts my plans. Even if it isn't "so fun".
enjoying His grace. with a side of fever.