What if illness is just a well-disguised call to come to Jesus...or Allah...or Buddha...or, simply, God?
I do know this. God knows me, God knows my name, my shame, my glory and my ho-hum. So if this illness is his well-disguised call, he also knows I don't read minds, I don't read lips, I'm singularly untalented in the reading of signs.
Speak, Lord, your servant listens. And, as you well know, her hearing is not wonderful.
Thank you.
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