So the cold season is here. And with it comes all manner of discomfort. There's the uncomfortable feeling of feeling really cold, to the bones. Which calls to wearing numerous heavy attire to keep warm, which, for me, is quite uncomfortable. Then there's the issue of flus and colds. The ailments that come like some sort of pandaemic to almost everyone one such a time.
Truth be told, I don't like cold. Infact, I hate cold. I hate the cold feeling, the sore throats and flus, the dressing up to feel warm. Not forgetting having to gobble mugs of hot fluids just to keep warm, then ending up having to make trips to the bathroom every so often. I hate everything about the cold. I moan and wail almost every day, all day, during the cold season. At times I feel like the world would be a better place without cold.
Inasmuch as I don't like the cold, I do realize that it has a purpose. I'm yet to figure out what it is, but I know God does everything for a time and a purpose. So I realize that, in one way or another, I do need it. God, in His infinite knowledge, works out great stuff in my life thru cold. I don't know what the great stuff is, but I also realize that God at times works in ways we can't see, and can't understand.
So as I barely tolerate this cold, I get to realize that it's not for nothing. I get thru the colds and flus not necessarily excited, but knowing that there's a reason for all this.
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