🌿 Oregano and Thyme — The Healers in My Kitchen
For two weeks, I was brought to my knees by what I can only describe as the worst sickness I’ve ever known.
E. coli — a name I’ll never forget. Fourteen days of fever, pain, and a kind of weakness that makes you feel like you’re slipping away one breath at a time.
There were moments when I honestly wondered if I’d make it through. My appetite vanished, water turned against me, and every hour felt longer than the last. Out here, there’s no emergency room around the corner, no pharmacy down the street — just me, my God, my faith, and whatever grows within reach.
And that’s when I turned to the small pots of oregano and thyme I’d been tending in my kitchen window.
What I once thought of as simple culinary herbs — things for soup or roast — became, quite literally, medicine.
I brewed them into tea.
A handful of fresh leaves steeped in hot water, a drizzle of honey to soften the bitterness. Sip by sip, something shifted.
The cramps eased. The fog in my head lifted. My body began to find its rhythm again.
I didn’t heal overnight — but the herbs carried me through the worst of it.
Oregano, with its antimicrobial and antiviral strength, fought back where nothing else could.
Thyme, with its warming oils and gentle stimulation, steadied my breath and settled my stomach. Together they reminded me that nature’s pharmacy isn’t just theory — it’s real, alive, and close at hand if we choose to see it.
There’s a humility that comes from being healed by what you’ve grown with your own hands.
It makes you thankful not just for survival, but for the ancient knowledge that still lives in these small, fragrant leaves.
“And the fruit thereof shall be for meat, and the leaf thereof for medicine.”
— Ezekiel 47:12 (KJV)
Sometimes the cure grows quietly on your windowsill, waiting for you to believe in it.