Of illness great and small
I am in the middle of God's unfolding grace to me. It is a delicately woven tapestry where all is happening as it should do, at the right time. The pandemic has been challenging for many, with isolation and illness often interlinked and making matters worse. Most recently, I have been faced with the living things around me who haven't been well to greater and lesser degrees: I ended up with toothache that I thought would result in pricey dentistry, my dad's dementia had deteriorated, my mum thought she had COVID based on sore throat and fever, my cat has hepatitis (although I had a worrying moment when one of the options was cancer). I can say that all three have been covered in prayer. My need to be a positive visitor at my parents was curtailed by an ill cat, and I once again reached that stretching point where (on top of my job security and financial issues) I needed to be covered in prayer, as well as the things I cared about. In short, things turned out much better t...