Japanese Hospitals

Pneumonia. Not exactly what you like to hear on your last week of break while living in a foreign country, but after fighting an unknown terror in my body having any diagnosis was a relief. So, here I will be for the next 2 weeks, and hopefully not more than that. The poor nurses and doctors try so hard to use what English they know. Good thing I'll have plenty of time to study these while in bed. Part of me wants to scream, "Why me?" Carrie, Carl, and Liz all made it here in Japan without being hospitalized. Was I really doing too much, or did too many things line up to make this happen? I'd like to believe it's the latter, but too many people say it's the former. I'm now facing two areas of my life I've a never thought I was weak in yet always told I am; not depending on others, and overworking myself. I don't get it. 

But times have been more precious. Every request of someone else still comes with a weight that leaves me feeling indebted, but my life has slowed to moments. Right now, moments of not coughing and coughing but I dream of the day when I will walk out the door, tear off my hospital band, and finally be healthy. God is good and faithful and every song and verse about His continuous nature even in the midst of adversity hits a little closer to home now. I can say I've tasted and I've seen. I didn't know it would have that bitter taste weaving in and out of it.