Yesterday was one of those days. It's no wonder then that God nudged my heart in the wee morning hours to set aside my daily Facebook habit until next week. No doubt my Facebook friends would have been given a play by play account of my discontent and overwhelmedness, robbing God of the glory He brings about in such things. Sanctification is the beautiful result of refinement.
I shall spare you the goriest of details, only to say that I've been caring for a sweet but sick 3 year old for an entire month. She is the sort of girl who usually portrays the picture of health, a lovely blessing that we all have enjoyed. But, a month ago, she fell prey to a respiratory bug that seems to have dug his feet in, a character flaw not out of place in this household. We have fought this battle with every homeopathic remedy and herb that we can find, yet with minimal success. Hand in hand with Mr. respiratory bug has been a stiff case of insomnia, a wretched beast that flares his head to battle when the weary are at their weariest. Suffice to say, I've not been at the peak of my game although the Lord has woven lovely graces into my character during these days. A miracle at its finest.
Yesterday. After another night of battle, I had determined in my mind to bring my little pipsqueak to the local minute clinic, desperate to know if something fiercer raged in her little body. A spot of breakfast, an episode of Dora and some laundry folding later, I packed up. The phone rang. My mother called to remind me to check the hours of operation for the minute clinic, a good lesson learned from a previous, now very entertaining to retell, experience. I picked up the laptop to check the hours and.....the screen of death appeared. A fatal hue of gray with the heart stopping words, "Imminent Failure of Hard Drive."
It was like a home stress test yet, without the monitors and cables to determine the extent of its capability, my heart pounded fiercely but maintained its strength. I stared at the screen before my eyes while thoughts of un-backed up data, lots of un-backed up data, raced through my mind. My curly topped fairy, determined NOT to go the clinic in the first place and very exhausted from another nightly battle Mr respiratory bug and his buddy the giant insomnia monster , displayed the sin nature in its finest.
I can tell you that I did not respond with the great faith of those listed in Hebrews 11. I think the words "freaked out" might actually be a better description. I can also tell you that heroes emerged through the smoke and rubble and came to my aid despite their own schedules and circumstances. I am ever so grateful for their selflessness on my behalf. And I can tell you that after 4 or so hours of work, most all my files, minus the few I accidentally lost in my haste, are all safely stored away.
To my husband, my mother, my sister and brother-in-law, my brothers and any others I may have forgotten to list, you have truly blessed me with your patience, your time, your generosity and your selflessness, thank you.
To the little pipsqueak who has stretched me and loved me and filled my heart with laughter and helped to make me a better mommy, thank you.
To the God who showers me with grace upon grace and loves me and ordains my days and my hours with His glorious purpose to make me more like Christ, thank you.
"For momentary light affliction is producing in us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison." 2 Corinthians 4:17
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