April 28, 2012

Happiness even when sick.

In my basement room I lay on my bed it was already 1:00 pm. I'd slept eighteen hours, sweating, chilling,  coughing and with a fever of one hundred and two
 "Why can't I just be normal again?"
A reminder came just a few minutes after I said that.
"Remember Katherina, that millions and millions of people are dying all over the world because of sickness. I gave you life, I've protected you, but yet you still complain? When you were a just a babe I protected you from drowning in that pond. Why complain when I've done so much for you?
"Oh, forgive me Father for complaining! My faith is so small and I praise You that I am sick."  






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