Whew. Made it through the week. Home for two whole days. Plenty of time to sleep in my wonderful very own bed. But even though I'm in a totally different state, 70something miles from the hospital, sickness has followed me. At 9:30 pm my son calls me. "I don't feel good Mom." A cold washcloth and a back rub seem to do the trick. At 11:00 pm his coughing wakes me up. I deliver some medicine. I get paged again at 1:00 am and at 2:00 am dragging myself from sleep to respond. This feels too much like work!
But then I crawl in bed with the little miserable fellow. I restack his pillows and tell him he will feel so much better soon. I wrap my arms around him and brush his hair back. And it's all worth it when I hear his sleepy little "Love you momma." Now that never happens in the hospital.
That's right. Because I, your God, have a firm grip on you and I'm not letting go. I'm telling you, 'Don't panic. I'm right here to help you.' Isaiah 41:13 The Message
beautiful. thanks!
ReplyDeleteLucky little love!!
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