DAY NINE

I havent updated in a while, because I've been sick. Mainly just doing the Jicaro art project some during the day, Bible studies,  and staying in, trying to get better. Its definitely been interesting. Ive been sick for a few days, and finally had to go to the doctor. Praise God it went well! I had to go alone, with my limited Spanish, and no sense of direction, but my roommates gave me some good pointers before I had to go.

If your wondering what I'm sick with, I have a parasite. Apparently, a pretty nasty one. I'm actually not that surprised, not that the food is nasty here, its just... different. But I started thinking of the word parasite, how nasty the word is, and how nasty the meaning is, how nasty is it having one. It is, isn't?

Definition of PARASITE

1

: a person who exploits the hospitality of the rich and earns welcome by flattery

2

: an organism living in, with, or on another organism in parasitism

3

: something that resembles a biological parasite in dependence on something else for existence or support without making a useful or adequate return 

 

A parasite is something that lives and feeds off of its host without returning anything useful, its dependence is complete on the host, but is completely harmful to it, (trust me  :). 

It makes me so thankful that our God is our Host, and that  He is our dependence, but unlike a parasite, we can latch on and instead of finding harm, we find freedom, and that God WANTS us to have Him for our support and existence.

It might be a weird analogy, but isn't also nice that even in sickness, and things as nasty as parasites, we can see the beauty of God?