Feverish

There's nothing like fever and a dripping nose in the middle of an early-morning cardiology cramming session to make me realize just how weak, how unmistakably human, I am. But isn't is true that "The LORD is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts, and I am helped; my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him" (Psalm 28:7)? What an encouragement.