Here we are in the middle of summer and my Boo caught the flu.
He was up most of the night throwing up and/or moaning in discomfort.
Now, I'm the type of mom that can't just watch my kid throw up. I have to swoop them up and hold them close to me. I don't know why, it's just an instinct...probably something I picked up from my mom.
In my walk of motherhood, it's nights like last night that I feel fulfilled as a mom. Yes, it's hard and sad and messy, but it is always a sweet time between the sick child and me. I get to hold them and sing and pray and quote scripture over them while they lay in arms trusting with me that God is near. My husband and I pray with the sick child that God would reveal Himself. And He always does.
Sometimes He shows up and stops the vomiting (like he did last night). Other times He shows up just to bring peace and comfort, but either way, He always comes. And I am so thankful I get to be the one that holds them in my arms when our Father shows up to reveal a glimpse of Himself to us.