Short story: runny nose escalating to fever, leads me to seek advice from our after-hours phone nurse. Her assessment: he needs to be seen. On a Sunday. And they can't see him at their office. So off we go to
Two and a half hours later we left with the diagnosis that "its probably something viral." Again, I'm glad to know he doesn't have an ear infection, but seriously!?! 2.5 miserable hours and a hefty co-pay to tell me that! I was exhausted beyond belief, frustrated, and feeling helpless.
And then...something happened. The child came home and took a long nap, and when he woke up he was his old self. If he had a fever it was tiny. No headache. No tears. No lethargy. Not even a runny nose. And as he went out for a walk with Daddy I thought back over our morning--the worry, the craziness, the calling of doctors. The iCarly. And I remembered the prayer that his Daddy and I prayed over him at the height of his fever:
"Isaiah tells us that 'Your light shall break forth like the morning, your healing shall spring forth, speedily, and your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.' (Isaiah 58:8). Lord, be with our Biggest, and fight for him against this sickness. Heal him, Lord." Am I surprised that our prayer was answered? I confess--a little. Because not every prayer is answered right when I want it to be. But this one was, and what a blessing to be reminded of God's power in this and all things.
Oh, and one other thing I wanted to say. I really, really hate it when my boys get sick. But there is this tiny silver lining: I am reminded at times like this how desperately, how urgently, I care for them. A mother's love is such a fierce love. Such a powerful, protective love. I'd do anything for my boys, go to the ends of the Earth for them. But when I am not enough, I can pray to a God who is. I was reminded of that yesterday. And I just wanted to share it with you.