So sorry I’m late this morning. My little man, Chase, got sick at midnight and has been sick every twenty minutes since. I’ve never seen a little one with a virus this strong. After six hours of snuggling him while he cried and shook, I said helplessly, “Honey is there anything at all I can do for you?” And he said weakly, “Maybe you could pray?”
It breaks my heart when my children are sick, but I know that there is something special about it too. Sickness slows everybody down and encourages all of us to circle the wagons and focus on each other. When my children are sick it brings out the best in me, because I feel so desperately needed. I’m the only one they want, and I like that. I just love them so incredibly much when they’re sick. I want to hold them all day.
And I was thinking, just now, that maybe that’s how God feels about my little Lymie self right now. I know Chase is going to get better, and God knows I’m going to get better. So we’re all just going to use this time now to focus on each other, snuggle together on the couch, and wait for little miracles.
Chase reminded me this morning that we are never helpless. We can always help those we love through prayer. So today Monkees, I pray that you find some quiet today, some silence, some stillness.
Here’s why. Take a minute with this. I think in it is the key to a joyful, peaceful life.
“The fruit of silence is prayer,
The fruit of prayer is faith,
The fruit of faith is love,
The fruit of love is service,
The fruit of service is peace.” – Mother Teresa
And apparently the fruit of mommy’s cooking is brutal illness.
As always, I remain hopeful.
P.S. Kristin’s friend Erin is in Haiti, visiting her adopted son, Geoff. Since it’s all just unspeakable, let’s all please pray for Erin and Geoff and all of the parents and children who already had so little, and now have less. There but for the grace of God go we.