How many times have I spoken to you of bearing all things thankfully, be it poverty, be it disease, be it anything else whatever? This sudden trial that has seized your body is not unto death, but to the glory of God. You say the holiday was pleasant, yet now your flesh rebels with vomiting and diarrhea and you are worn down and alone. But consider: He who allows the sickness also knows the expedient things for us. We know not what we should pray for as we ought, but He does. So let us give thanks for all things, even when the body groans.
You are right to reach out to your sisters in Christ. See how the blind men in the Gospel cried out together, “Son of David, have mercy on us.” They did not suffer in silence but called upon the Lord with loud voices, and they also used what means they had, their own feet to approach Him. So you, too, must use the means at hand. Go to the physicians; go to the emergency room. This is not a failure of faith but true wisdom. Did not Hezekiah take a poultice of figs for his boil, even after the sign of his healing? The body is the handiwork of God, and we do not despise its needs. You live alone in a foreign country, but you are not alone in Christ’s body. That body is not just the Church in one place, but the Church in every part of the world. Reach out, and let them minister to your body as you would minister to theirs.
Do not be offended that the sickness came so swiftly after your holiday, as if God’s word had failed. Remember Lazarus’ sisters: they were told his sickness was not unto death, yet they saw him dead, and were not offended. They still came to Jesus. You prayed for healing, and perhaps healing will come through the hands of doctors and the care of sisters. But if the sickness lingers, bear it nobly. Even if you seem to receive ten blows without relief, the eleventh may bring you down to full trust in Him. Faith is not always the immediate removal of suffering; sometimes it is the strength to say, “Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.” Cry out for mercy, and do so with thanksgiving, for He alone knows what your soul needs. The body’s weariness is real, but it is a medicine for the soul, if you will let it teach you to separate from the tumults of ordinary life and cling to Him who loved you and gave Himself for you.