Last Thursday, our twelve-year old came down with the flu.
The high-fever, aches & chills, cookie-tossing, constant coughing, cruddy flu.
When my kids get sick, it kicks me into high momma-gear. Someone once told me a statement I’ve never forgotten: “There is nothing more holy than caring for a sick child.”
Nearly 20 years of brow blotting, temperature taking, and chicken soup making have found me agreeing with that declaration. There is something holy about caring for your child when they are sick.
They are helpless.
They are scared.
They are sore and shaking.
And they come to you believing that you alone can make it all better. (To this day, I still want my mom when I am sick!)
The only downside? Sometimes I catch the sickness.
Though I put drops of bleach in the dishwater and washed my hands until they nearly cracked, I am now coughing and a tad feverish. (Prayers appreciated!)
Now you’d never catch me saying I like being sick, there is an aspect of it that can be beneficial for me. It makes me stop and remember that I am utterly dependent on God for my very breath.
You see, I often take for granted that I can “do it all”; take care of the house, the kids, the hubster; the blog, the projects. When the wind is out of my sails due to sickness, it transports me instantly to a place of dependence.
Its then I remember that all I have and all I am comes only from Him.
It is a holy clinging.
An admittance of reliance.
A state of sustenance.
So I sip peppermint tea, breathe in the aroma of Vicks vapor rub (I’m severely allergic to all cold medicine) and pray that I’m all better in time to fly to Charlotte on Sunday (I’m to be a guest on Lysa TerKeurst’s Made to Crave webcast on Valentines Day. Tonight’s guest is Mandisa)
But I also pause to thank God for the small things I often take for granted:
For breathing without coughing.
For being able to run errands without a fever.
For doing laundry and dishes and other mundane tasks of motherhood in a normal, healthy state.
So if today is an average, daily day of life; without bells and whistles; void of glamor and glitz; but you feel completely fine…..
Well, then whisper a thankful prayer.
Normal is bliss.
But every once in a while, sick can be holy.
And holy is where I’m to dwell right now; in the presence of the One who alone can make it all better.
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See you Wednesday and don’t forget to tune into tonight’s Made to Crave webcast at 8:00 pm EST!