Sick

Sick. It’s a word we all use and most likely overuse. Last week I learned what sick really meant. I had a 105 degree fever for at least two days and then was admitted to the hospital with a kidney infection that had begun to manifest in my blood stream. I was so sick that I didn’t care what they did to me. I can say with absolute honesty that I have never been that ill or that apathetic in my entire life. That is sick. My cold or sniffles is not sick. They are a mere annoyance. A speed bump in life. The road to recovery for me has been frustrating and regaining energy has been slow.
Sick is just one of many words we have neutered with overuse. Love comes to mind. We should love God and things holy. We should love our family. We should not love pizza or a TV show. Another is killing. We say that our head, or wherever our current pain is located, is killing us. Well, most likely it isn’t.
I need to be more particular in my word choices. I desire to be accurate in my descriptions and to love only that which I truly do. I need to use God, or any form of His name, in a reverent manner. I need to recognize the power of my words – the power of life and death. I need to be aware of what I speak and the spiritual consequences of my words. This is my newest goal. To be exacting in my word choice, to think before speaking and to make every word a prayer and blessing.