In sickness and in health

Ryan recently caught a nasty stomach bug. Needless to say, this was an unpleasant experience for him, but it was just as unpleasant for me to see him weak, uncomfortable, and worst of all in pain. The opening night to this sickness resulted in our first all-nighter since college, and Ryan doesn't remember much about the ordeal.
He kept apologizing for ruining our plans and getting sick and was still wanting to protect me even though he was the one who needed to be cared for.
There was this one conversation...

Ryan: I'm so sorry I'm sick. I messed everything up.
Me: What did I tell you?
(* This is what I expected him to say: It's not my fault I'm sick.*)
Ryan: You said, "I love you."

Such the sweetly, simple truth. I'm so glad that's what he heard.

I often hear people say things beginning with, "I feel like God wants me to..." or "I think God is telling me to...". Sometimes we need to focus more on the underlying message. God said, "I love you."

(I'm happy to report that Ryan's fever broke, and he is on the upside on this last day of his spring break. Good timing!)