Sick

Curling, pain stirring my innermost groans and pleas for insanity.
As I sat curled up on my bed trying to be as still as possible while the pain shot through my body I wondered what in the world could cause such a annoying mess of sick in me. I swollowed back feeling sick and attempted to swollow the pain in my stomache...I was cowering under the covers hopeing that it would go away and that I could get up and begin the rest of my day. But how could I get up? I refused to move because the pain that shot through my stomache at that moment of time as I was standing up was not worth feeling better in the end (not that i knew i would but the chance was one that I had to take)
I guess its the same with life
We are squirming in our seats just waiting for the pain to pass...and then lyeing perfectly still when it doesn't once again waiting for it to past. We won't move or take a step out of our comfort zone because we're terrified of the pain that will come while we move, even if it means relief in the end for us.
I realized when I began to move again that this movement was percisely what we needed to do in life...In order to move on, to excell...to live for Christ we just need to step past the pain..past our discomfort and immediate needs and get up...out of the uncomfortable but comfortable place we are sitting and break this sickness in us.
We need to worship even though we won't ever amount to a person good enough to worship our creator. How weird is it that he loves us when we are mere humans, imperfect and terribly screwed up half the time.

Sorry, this was just my strange though.