The memes and the quips scrolled by me faster than I could keep up. It seemed that everyone had something to say about self-isolation, quarantine, lock-down, and the restrictions that were suddenly, with very little warning, thrust upon us.

I hit the “like” button more times than I could count …

Finally the rest of the world would understand what many of us had been feeling for years …

Finally the rest of the world would feel the isolation that many of us in the never-never land of chronic illness had already been coping with … or not.

I hoped that the rest of the world would soon learn compassion. I hoped that the rest of the church would see that all of the new online benefits could remain in place for those of us who have been in lock-down for more days than we would care to count.

While I was wishfully hoping, however, I felt a nudging in my heart being stirred. 



I recognized the nudging. It was the kind that would lead to conviction, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it.

Couldn’t I just stay in this place of “I told you so,” a little longer? My finger pointing was rapidly losing its appeal as I felt the compassion of Jesus flooding over me.

For you see, it was the Easter season. Lent had been upon us for many weeks and we were all focused on the suffering of what our Lord had carried for our sakes. Then the pandemic shifted our gaze to what WE were suffering. Many were experiencing the isolation the chronic illness community already knew.

If you are anything like me, MY suffering soon ramps up into a place of bitterness that can run with the best of the world’s angry chatters …

Give us our rights!

Give us back our positions!

Give us back our lives! 



The Spirit is weeping over our hearts, as we are weeping over our rights.

The Spirit Himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in His sufferings in order that we may also share in His glory. I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. (Romans 8:16-18)

He came to bring us back to the heart of our Father, so we could see ourselves as His children. We have inherited ETERNAL LIFE with Him, and we are grudging our shortages and the restrictions placed upon us.

We have forgotten the privilege of suffering that has come along with the joy of sharing in His glory. He has called us to join with Him, to bear the sufferings of this age, so that we could more fully know the glory of sonship.

My heart was broken.

He has already poured His compassion upon me in this place where I have felt so isolated. He has already given me glimpses and moments and hours of intimate fellowship with Him as I was pulled back from the rush of mainstream busy.

Shouldn’t the memes and the graphics that I long for carry a different tune?


I remembered His invitation to me, early in my journey of slow:

“Come with ME. I am not ashamed by your weakness. Your weakness is what draws me to you. I am already inside, the Kingdom of God is within you. I am not offended by your pain.”

I knew where the conviction would fall in my heart. He had given me HIS comfort, so that I could return that same comfort to those who were joining this rank of isolation. For however long it might last, however temporary this fellowship of suffering might be, while we are on this path, I have been given a gift to share.

Comfort, comfort my people, says your God. (Isaiah 40:1)

The verses flowed over me:

You who are my Comforter in sorrow, my heart is faint within me. (Jeremiah 8:18)

Now, the most convicting of all, the passage that so many of us can quote from memory:

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.  For just as we share abundantly in the sufferings of Christ, so also our comfort abounds through Christ. (2 Corinthians 1:3-5)

What if those of us in the chronic illness community would let our voices be raised in comfort instead of bitter moaning? Yes, we have dealt with isolation and are forgotten by so many. Yes, our rights have been trampled and ignored by so many — but shouldn’t we have compassion, knowing how hard isolation is?



We have never been forgotten by Jesus — and I can fully express that I have known comfort while in this place of weakness that I never would have known otherwise. There is a privilege that I am being asked to share now.

  • A smile when a delivery man leaves a package on my step
  • A text when I hear about a neighbor who is hurting
  • A call to my loved ones when they are shocked over restrictions they are facing
  • A card expressing my love when I read about another’s aching
  • A prayer when my heart sees so much suffering

A benefit has come from being lifted away from the large and busy. I have come to see the gift that is in the small and the slow. I may not have seen it had I not been placed here, but I would not trade it now for any of the BIG this world has to offer — for my Jesus took the way of the humble and the meek, and I want to walk with Him.



Will you join with me in prayer?

Dear Lord Jesus,

Thank you for giving your life so that we could become the sons and daughters of God. Your resurrection has made the way open for us to find new life in You, and we are filled with gratitude. Forgive us for clinging to our old ways of life. Help us to lay down the bitterness that so easily tries to latch onto our hearts again. Show us how YOU have never left us. Remind us of how You have carried us when the pain and weakness shut us away from the rest of the world — and would You help us to join with You in loving those who are now facing new hurts? Show us how we can share the comfort You have given to us. Stir our hearts to humbly give love, even as You have loved us. In the name of Jesus our Lord, Amen.

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Bettie Gilbert

Bettie Gilbert

Chronic Joy Contributing Writer

You can find Bettie blogging from her home in a small town in southeast Wisconsin - at She is walking forward with Jesus, in the middle of her own pain and weaknesses from multiple chronic illnesses. The beauty of nature is a joy that calls to Bettie, as do her family and nine young grandchildren. She and her husband have been married for over 40 years and take great joy in their weekend coffee breaks together.

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