Normally, I put up a new blog post on Wednesday mornings. But this week, we got sick. Colds and fever hit our house over the Christmas weekend. Both children are sick, though not at the same time, thankfully. And while I never got a fever (I felt like I had a low grade one once or twice.), I did get the cold, cough and body aches. We have definitely been a slow moving group.
It is so hard to see your children sick. My son had a bit of a clue what was going on. He has taken full advantage of his fever and binge-watched Thomas the Tank Engine. He didn’t remember throwing up, but remembers it now. (As he was throwing up, he told me, “I’m spitting.”)
My daughter isn’t so lucky. She has no idea why she is hot, why her throat hurts and what that nasty stuff is that she keeps coughing/spitting up. And I know she is sick, because she is still. She is never still. She never falls asleep in my arms. She never falls asleep sitting upright. And she never refuses Mommy’s milk. It really is heart breaking to see her so miserable. Thankfully, she is starting to act somewhat like her adorable, active self again thanks to her deciding to take a bottle of Pedialyte. (Apparently my breast-loving baby has decided that yummy stuff really can come from a bottle. It’s a big relief for this Mama.)
As I was thinking about my sick children, I had to wonder if God hurts when His children are sick the way we hurt when our children are sick. There is an old hymn that speaks to this.
- Does Jesus care when my heart is pained
Too deeply for mirth or song,
As the burdens press, and the cares distress,
And the way grows weary and long?
Oh, yes, He cares, I know He cares,
His heart is touched with my grief;
When the days are weary, the long nights dreary,
I know my Savior cares.