Sick Ward

I'm shouting out to you from the sick ward also know as our living room. Kylie came down with a fever Tuesday evening and by Wednesday morning Macy had a high fever and then started vomiting - uuh, in our bed, of course. I would call it projectile vomiting as she hit the window by our bed with the nasty stuff. I'm sure some of you have weak stomachs and didn't really want to hear that but hey, that's what blogging is all about. Me getting to share stuff you really didn't need to or don't want to know! :)

Anyway, I went into town last evening and got a call from home that Levi had started vomiting and was running a high temp. Then, this morning, Shelby came down with it. She is running a temp and complaining of stomach pains so we all know what that means.

Macy and Kylie are looking much better today. I am praying that Dan and I are able to skate through this without succumbing to the bug.

My house is a wreck. I haven't vacuumed in two weeks as my vacuum was in the shop. It's STILL raining and gloomy outside.

But I'm grateful. Grateful that my kids will be well soon. Grateful for a roof over my head. Grateful for medicine and warm blankets. I can't imagine what moms go through in other parts of the world when their children fall sick and they have none of the comforts we have. How their hearts must ache.

Please be in prayer for a guy in our church named John who just found out he has an inoperable brain tumor. He is just a few years older than us. He has three children and a wonderful wife. On their Caring Bridge website his wife wrote this, "God has numbered John's days aright. Nothing we decide can add or take away from that." They are so right. If you know Him, it fills your heart with a sense of peace. He has it all under his control.

Many times, we (yeah, me too) make mountains out of molehills. Things that shouldn't matter at all are blown up into something huge. Each day is a gift from God. To watch our children grow is a gift from God. That stuff should never be taken for granted.

So, even though my car alternator gave up and my husband's truck isn't running right and my vacuum cost $270 to repair and my kids are kicking a nasty bug around... I'm feeling mighty grateful.