I was up with Drew for three hours last night. He would scream and cry for 30 minutes and then he’d settle on to my shoulder as I’d rock him and he’d sleep for 10 minutes. And then wake up and scream and cry for 30 minutes, etc.
I’m not sure what other mothers are like, but I’m human, and struggle with patience enough as it is. So when I am sick too and can’t fix my child’s problem, it’s so easy for me to fall apart and wail or raise my voice with Drew. Which doesn’t help a little sick boy at all.
But each time I reached that emotional scary place, I was reminded of the many different stories of children who are so needy right now, and the tears would stream down my face. My son is relatively healthy right now (besides a cold and a stomach bug) and I don’t want to take that for granted.
I rocked him for three hours, and prayed for him while he screamed and then while he slept, I whispered prayers for the other children.
Don’t get me wrong. 😉 I’m not trying to say I’m simply a holy mother who prays for children around the world in the middle of the night even while sick and hacking up her lungs. I fought sleep and struggled to keep focused.
But God has been GOOD. God IS Good. He is to be praised and even in the midst of overwhelmingness, I was gently reminded of how God holds us and He’s there for us even when we are afraid or confused or just plain stressed.
This week has been difficult as Daniel has also caught the cold and we’re all three in a funk. And stressed. But even in the midst of tissue boxes, cough drop wrappers, Sprite bottles, hot soup, and back-rubs, I have seen the hand of God doing things in our life this week that have no explanation other than His grace and wiggliness, to be frank.
Hmm. That’s a new doctrine, right? God’s wiggliness. 😉
Thankfully, Drew is feeling much better this morning (he’s been hiding cheerios everywhere and saying PEEKABOO when he finds them). Daniel just left for work (he’s not feeling too hot) and I’m breathing a little better this morning.