I have been sick for the last week. Not "hospital sick," but enough to knock me out of my routine, clog my ears, and put a heavy weight on my chest.
In my old life—what I call the "Husk"—sickness was an interruption. It was a failure of efficiency. My immediate reaction would be to numb the discomfort. If I couldn't be productive, I would at least be entertained. I would retreat into the bedroom, pull the shades, and dive into a loop of screens, comfort food, and isolation.
I used to call that "resting." I now realize I was just hiding.
There is a razor-thin line between Isolation and Solitude, but they lead to two completely different worlds. One feeds the darkness; the other feeds the soul.
The Trap of Isolation (The Echo Chamber)
Proverbs 18:1 says, "Whoever isolates himself seeks his own desire; he breaks out against all sound judgment."
When we are weak, the flesh whispers, "Just pull away. You’re tired. You don’t need to talk to anyone. Just doom-scroll for three hours."
That isn’t rest. That is the Echo Chamber.
When I isolate, I am withdrawing to be with Myself. I am locking the door so I can indulge in my own self-pity, my own anxieties, and my own "Evil 3" (my personal numbing agents) without anyone watching. It feels safe, but it is actually dangerous. In that vacuum, my thoughts spiral. I start rearranging deck chairs on a burning ship, worrying about things I can’t control, and feeding a hunger that pixels and sugar can never satisfy.
Isolation leaves you more tired than it found you.
The Power of Solitude (The Occupied Room)
But then there is Solitude.
If Isolation is withdrawing to be with Self, Solitude is withdrawing to be with God.
This week, instead of numbing out, I tried something different. I sat in the chair. I didn't turn on the TV. I didn't doom-scroll. I placed an empty chair across from me and visualized Jesus sitting there.
I didn't try to "perform" a prayer. I just sat in the sickness with Him.
I said, "Lord, I am running on 40% battery today. I can't do much. But I am here with You."
In that silence, something shifted. The sickness didn't vanish, but the suffering did. I realized that this illness wasn't a delay in my plans; it was a "Fence" put up by the Gardener. He fenced me off from the noise of the world so He could till the soil of my heart. He made me lie down in green pastures because I wouldn't stop running on my own.
The Law of Occupancy
Here is the hard truth I’ve learned: You cannot just empty your house; you have to occupy it.
If you stop the noise (Isolation) but don't invite the King in (Solitude), you create a vacuum. And vacuums always get filled by something worse—anxiety, bitterness, or addiction.
True Solitude is not an empty room. It is an Occupied Room. It is the realization that I am a Vessel, and my only job is to hold the Wine. When I am sick, I am just a Vessel sitting on the shelf, and that is okay, because the Potter is right there with me.
The Choice
We live in a world that is a "Burning Ship"—constant noise, endless demands, and a system designed to wear us out. When we get sick or tired, we have a choice:
Isolate: Hide in the cabin, numb out, and pretend the fire isn't burning. (Death).
Solitude: Grab the Captain's hand, find the quiet center of the storm, and let Him hold you. (Life).
This week, I chose the Captain. I didn't get "efficient" recovery. I didn't get a checklist done. But I got Him.
And for the first time in a long time, I am not just a "Green Shoot" trying to look good; I am putting down roots.