We’ve had a rough winter sickness-wise. One sickness seemed to follow on the heels of another.
A while back, Rose came down with the flu. After the nausea passed, a fever lingered and completely wiped her out.
As I held her and snuggled with her, I began to worry. I had serious complications after Rose was born. One of the risk factors for a repeated complication is a high fever during early pregnancy.
So, I did the worst possible thing for worried pregnant emotions: I looked up the risks of getting a fever and flu in early pregnancy on the internet.
Now that I’m in a bit more reasonable state of mind, the risks don’t seem that horrible. But that morning, the horror stories and potential problems seemed to jump from the page and glare at me.
An hour later, the flu hit me.
As I lay on the couch barely able to summon the strength to get Meg down from her highchair, I thought I NEED help!
My family had already been exposed to the flu so I called my mom, confident she’d be happy to come to my aid if I asked. But she was sick and my siblings were sick.
It’s not her fault for being sick, of course, but I was devastated.
In tears, I took Meg upstairs to change. The house was a mess. I had no idea what to feed the kids for lunch. They needed attention I just wasn’t strong enough to give.
“Why don’t you ask Me for help?” the thought came to me.
“Okay,” I assented. Before I even had time to whisper a prayer, the doorbell rang.
I burst into tears.
It was my “little” brother Kristian. He works just down the street and had a quick break. He had heard Rose was sick so he stopped to see if we needed anything.
I definitely needed a hug just then. And then he went to the store and picked up a few groceries.
It didn’t really matter that he wasn’t able to stay for more than a minute since he had to get back to work. It didn’t even matter that I immediately threw up the chicken soup he bought.
The fact that he stopped by at the very moment, was like a cup of cold water to a weary traveller that’s about to faint on the way. It was just the reminder I needed that God is in control and we can commit ourselves to Him in safety.
So many times during these past weeks of sickness, the care of family and friends have shown me glimpses of the love of God in the form of a homemade dinner, a hug, a day (or two) of watching the children, an email saying “we’re praying for you”, or a ring on the doorbell just when I needed it.
God cares about the little things as well as the big. Sometimes it’s the little acts of kindness that are just the encouragement a friend needs.
“Then the King will say to those on his right,…. ‘I was thirsty and you gave me drink.’… And the King will answer them, ‘Truly, I say to you, as you did it to one of the least of these my brothers, you did it to me.’” -Matthew 25:34,40