Under the weather! A term we often hear when one isn’t well and thanks to a viral infection I am rendered mute in voice for a day or so. I took the day off of work so my body could heal more quickly by resting but I had also made a doctor’s appointment to be sure it wasn’t too serious.
Sitting in the waiting room and later in that smaller room with the plastic bed covered in a thin layer of paper, I couldn’t help but wonder about all the many people who stream in and out of these rooms with their infirmities. A curiosity came over me; how many people walked into this office thinking they only had a minor illness to be told it was something life threatening? Who or what do they turn to in order to cope?
While my doctor sat in front of me inputting a prescription for cough medicine, I found myself looking at him with new eyes. He had given himself to years of education and long hours only to sit here with me and try his best to heal what ailed me. My mind is taken back to the physician who created us all and how we might all be healed and comforted if we but ask.
In this moment I feel like the bird flying under the weather of many problems, protected from on high. Even during those times when I hit a storm cloud I can still see the light of hope.