Sick Colty

The day Colt wouldn’t let me stop holding him.

Colt sleeping

Sick buddy man fell asleep watching his favorite movie from the recliner footstool.

We are still dealing with sickness around here. Audri carried the brunt last week and Colt picked it up over the weekend. Where Audri was sweet, kind and generally thoughtful of others while being sick, Colt has been pitifully crabby, clingy and more difficult. Lest anyone think that his sister is a perfect angel, she struggled more with obeying while being sick, than the crabbies. Both the crabbies and the disobedience have been less than fun to deal with along with the sleepless nights and general weariness that comes along with ones children being sick.

I realized over the weekend that while I usually don’t put projects over other people, I can tend to do that when it comes to my children. I had the hardest time sitting/laying still on the couch with Colt snuggled up on top of me for comfort. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted to give him comfort… for a while. But then I wanted him to be fine snuggling in his blankets on the couch, watching a movie or taking a nap. I wanted to get my kitchen clean; I wanted to get my laundry done; I wanted to do my thing and I wanted just a little of my own space.

I’m not heaping condemnation on myself for feeling that way, although the realization was helpful that I need to be careful not to place my work or projects as more important that just being with my kids, I do need to accomplish my work, I do need to tend to my home. But it’s also okay to set the tasks and distractions aside to engage the hearts and souls of my children. Boy, I am so thankful that my  

Heavenly Father doesn’t have a greater agenda when I need His comfort. He  doesn’t have other things to tend to when my heart is breaking or I feel the world crashing down around me. I am so grateful that my most minute need does not go unnoticed or untended by my Father and even better, the rest of the world doesn’t fall apart or go without His care when He is holding ME. 

“Are not five sparrows sold for two cents? Yet not one of them is forgotten before God. “Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.”
Luke 12:6-7 esv


This weary mom is thankful for the mighty arms of my Father; thankful that I can rest in Him ALWAYS and praying you find that same refuge.
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