But this morning when Lincoln wouldn't eat, had a fever and sounded funny when he breathed, I knew something more serious was wrong. Something worse than a few dirty dishes and hollaring kids. After a week of fighting a the nasty virus that had run it's terrible course through each of the rest of us, he was unable to keep it from getting into his lungs. I took him to the dr and then to x-rays where it was determined that he had pneumonia and would have to be admitted to the hospital for iv antibiotics. Now here is some real stress for a mom! You moms know exactly what I mean!
What I'm saying is that sometimes it takes a serious situation to remind us not to take our precious health, our families, for granted! To make us stop for a while and repent of our complaining and whining about the little things. God wants us to think eternally rather than only of the here and now. He has given us these precious children as a gift - a heritage - that He wants us to not only take care of, but also to enjoy. How can I do this if I am worried about the rice crispies on the floor or getting dinner ready right on time? What about my daughter's tangled hair or the ripped pages of the book on the foor? If I am distracted about these things, I will miss the beauty of their childhood!
We don't know how long we will have them but we know that they belong to Him. I am so thankful that God made them and that He loaned them to us for a time. How long will I be in the hospital with little Lincoln? Long enough to ruin my plans for the weekend and the next schoolweek. But also long enough remind me of the important things in this life!
My boys - Jefferson, Adam, and tiny Lincoln!