also, I understand why Jesus wept.
Last week a fierce bug swept through the home, though it seemed not to care about Dear Husband. (DH) The boy seemed to be getting over it, though the chest cough was still hanging around. He even went to church with DH while I stayed home with the girl. Sunday began okayish but as the day went on, the boy went downhill.
By the afternoon you’d have not known that he had been playing on his bicycle. He had a moderately high fever(according to our Clicks thermometer) he was shivering, he was hot then cold, he was feeling weak and unable to even sit down. He was miserable and red and sick and just plain yucky…We prayed for him then it was bedtime, which was when he threw up in bed, no energy to run to the bathroom. I went to sort him out and found his sister giving him her favourite stuffed toy. That’s when I knew her heart was being touched with pity. She was now miserable and upset and sad so I told her we could pray for him again, after she was done serving him his drink. We then gave him activated charcoal for the vomiting and told her it was REALLY now time for her to go to bed.
Her face crumpled and she wept. Talk about breaking my heart. I wanted to melt. Poor thing. She tearfully said, “I can’t sleep.” I asked her why not-so she could say it in her own words -and she said, “I’m worried about Bk” and the tears flowed even faster. And that gave me deeper knowledge of why Jesus wept when he heard the sisters of Lazarus weeping and saying, “If you were here, he wouldn’t have died.” Truly, Jesus is moved with the same sorrows that move us.
After letting her spend more time with him, after convincing her that No, sleeping in his room would lead to her also having a restless night, after letting her read more of her mission book than normal, she agreed to sleep. And he slept too-fitfully at first-but he was finally able to sleep.
This morning, he seems ok. Of course that’s how yesterday began. But for now, there’s noise. They are singing at the top of their voices, “Lift Him Up the Risen Saviour” and my head is POUNDING. I hope that I am not also going to succumb to the same fevered, nauseous, weak state that the boy was in, seeing as I seem to be following the same path with the other symptoms. Then again, it could be from a month of sleeplessness (Thanks to IBS rearing its ugly insomniac head now that I’m not using those herbs) Now they’re playing and screeching. Talk about adding insult to injury. But the noise brings peace. No-one is in pain. None of them is feeling so terrible that they can’t even lift their head from their pillow. They are happy. The girl is not worried about her brother.
There is peace in the noise. A peace that had started building when I saw them exchanging a long, heartfelt hug earlier in the morning. That peace grew when the boy was able to make his way to his sister’s room to do what boys do best-make noise. Who am I kidding? Do what children do best-make noise!
And I will not let the subsequent misbehaviour (Yeah, it’s taking me a while to write this post with all the breakfast preparing I’m doing) rob me of that peace. The joys of parenting! And I will let the unsolicited apology add a bit MORE peace too ;-)