Is it progress...or progressing?
Well, we've made some progress in the sick dept. as Mimi is feeling (and looking) better, but she has yet to eat anything more than a heaping tablespoon of sorbet. My husband is feeling better, and he took TJ to soccer this morning. That's progress, but...
It's (the illness) also progressing through the family as Scott joined them last night in throwing up AND well, you know, the other end of the problem. That's a whole 'nother blog entirely.
I said to him, "Aren't you glad you aren't in a tent right now with someone else's dad instead of here near a real bathroom with you own parents?" I had told him earlier that God had a plan for them not going, and now we know that it was so that Scott would not be sick, alone, at a camp 45 minutes away. (At his age, they go camping with adult leaders, but their parents do not have to be there, and obviously with my husband sick, he couldn't go last night, but Scott had petitioned for us to let him go anyway...glad we didn't-for every one's sake!).
It might be hard to think there is blessing in this, but God works all things to good. My kids are watching the Apple Dumpling Gang this morning, and boy, I can say we are totally blessed in this illness to live in a time of INDOOR plumbing. YIKES! How bad would it be if an outhouse were the only option? And I'm blessed we have more than one bathroom-frequently last night, both of the upstairs ones were occupied, and I had to contemplate going to the one down in the bomb shelter :-).
until later,
obm
It's (the illness) also progressing through the family as Scott joined them last night in throwing up AND well, you know, the other end of the problem. That's a whole 'nother blog entirely.
I said to him, "Aren't you glad you aren't in a tent right now with someone else's dad instead of here near a real bathroom with you own parents?" I had told him earlier that God had a plan for them not going, and now we know that it was so that Scott would not be sick, alone, at a camp 45 minutes away. (At his age, they go camping with adult leaders, but their parents do not have to be there, and obviously with my husband sick, he couldn't go last night, but Scott had petitioned for us to let him go anyway...glad we didn't-for every one's sake!).
It might be hard to think there is blessing in this, but God works all things to good. My kids are watching the Apple Dumpling Gang this morning, and boy, I can say we are totally blessed in this illness to live in a time of INDOOR plumbing. YIKES! How bad would it be if an outhouse were the only option? And I'm blessed we have more than one bathroom-frequently last night, both of the upstairs ones were occupied, and I had to contemplate going to the one down in the bomb shelter :-).
until later,
obm
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Just remember how yucky it feels to be sick and give yourself a few minutes alone to rest and recoup once in a while. And remember, Christ was the one washing the feet of others! Having a servant's heart is a beautiful thing!