It finally happened. I got whatever cold/flu/COVID-adjacent illness that’s been ravaging Central Florida this Spring; and I do not do well being sick, mostly because I’m stubborn and refuse to stop my life for a little cough. However, whatever I had this time stopped me in my tracks for a week, and I was reminded of the importance of rest and setting boundaries and focusing on my health. I was also reminded of some Bible stories about Jesus healing the sick, and He and I had a little talk about where He was this past week when I felt like I was DYING.
I’ll share a little secret with you, though - Jesus was absolutely working on my healing, just maybe not in the dramatic way of “Rise and go; your faith has healed you!” (Luke 17:19). Rather, He worked through the hands and feet of my community and friends. On Sunday night, two of my friends from The Hearth came over armed with a variety of teas and ingredients for a “mom’s sure cure for illness” soup. We drank tea, shared tea, and broke bread together. And although my cough still lingers, so does the healing love - both practical and intangible - of Jesus through my friends.
Never underestimate the ways you show up and reflect the Divine in other people’s lives. As community, if we all do just a little something for each other, it really adds up. So, text or call up that person you haven’t seen in awhile, offer to watch a little one so a couple can go on a date night, buy that little something that reminds you of someone in your life and give it to them. There are infinite ways for us to be the Hands and Feet of Jesus. Let’s make a point of doing something today!