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(Quite a religious post - skip if you please). 

I used to get really angsty at God whenever I fell sick, up until June this year. I've always known sickness is not God's will - I don't believe it's from Him, and I've always known that if I fall sick, it obviously means He's permitted it, because He has the power to prevent it. So I always got really angry because I didn't understand why He couldn't just stop it once more, why did He have to let the virus attack me again? 

I suppose it was around June that I started to realise the beauty of these trials and tribulations God allows from the devil, because in true honesty, as much as I want to deny it, it really does build us up. It teaches us greater dependance and less of "I can do this by myself", because as great as our human egos are, we are in fact, extremely small, and have zero control of some things. It also teaches me how great my God is, and how safe His presence is. I guess it does reinforce faith. 

But the epitome of my realisation came when I was on my mission trip, and another volunteer fell sick in the same house. And it was this one sentence that changed my entire perspective on God and falling sick. 

"It happens." 

These two words made me realise that y'know what, we'll still fall sick on this side of heaven, no matter how much we don't want it to. But we can have the hope that whatever we fall sick with will not harm us, because that's what God promised us in the Bible. So for whatever reason we fell sick, I don't know, I'll find out in Heaven I guess, but for now, I've just got to keep declaring and receiving my healing in Jesus name, by Jesus' stripes. 

Amen.