Here I am again. Laying my plans at God's feet, serving my children in sickness. I'm learning once again that God's plans are not my own.
This week was supposed to be the buckle down week, the week where all school assignments and chores get done after a slow start to our new year.
This week was supposed to be a week of celebrating 5 yo M's birthday, and enjoying warm weather while it lasts.
This week was supposed to include me writing a couple reviews and posting them early.
This week was supposed to allow me to read my library book.
This week was supposed to be the week where everyone recovered from the respiratory flu they caught last week.
This week was not supposed to be the week when 2 yo L AND 4 month old G both started wheezing.
This week was not supposed to include breathing treatments from a noisy nebulizer.
This week was not supposed to include sleeping on the loveseat, beside the humidifier, with a baby on my chest and a toddler on the couch ... listening to them cough and wondering how long we'd make it between breathing treatments. (The answer to that was exactly 4 hours for Baby G, and all night for 2 yo L.)
This week was not supposed to include going back to the Dr with at least two children.
I'm tired. I'm worried.
But sometimes God's plans are not my own. There are lessons to be learned in all things. I learn to love, to die to my self, to trust in Him when I care for my sick children and give up sleep for them. They learn God's love, His ever-present faithfulness when they see it in me and my care for them.
Please pray for them. Pray they recover quickly.
EDITED to add update: Baby G has congestion in one of his lungs, and is now on an antibiotic. But he threw up mucous and medicine right after his first dose. I'm hoping it was the tylenol I was trying to give him, and not the antibiotic I had just given him.
Trusting in Him,