Face Time

I am in need. I need some good ole fashion face time with the Lord. I have not been in church on a Sunday morning lately for various reasons. I have been sick, or Hannah was sick, or I was working with the kids getting the drama ready for the 4th. I think the devil will use busyness as a way to take our time away from us, time we could be spending with God. On the 4th, I was in church on a Sunday morning. After I was done with all the busyness of choir and children's drama performance, I was able to sit and listen to the message. When we went down to the altar, I heard God speaking to me so clearly. It had been awhile since that happened, too. He began telling me that there isn't much time left, that whatever we are going to do for Him needs to be done now. And then He told me that the end time revival that Scott longed for, prayed for, and waited to see....would be coming to pass. Then He lead me in intercession for people to wake up before time runs out. For strangers, for people who used to go our church, for friends....and for my unsaved family members. Then, I felt a tug on my pants leg. It was my baby girl. :) I love her, and I love being a mommy-but my first priority needs to be God. It's so difficult to push aside all of the things that push and pull you, things that scream out for your attention. I now understand some of the reasons why Scott used to lock himself away. To talk to God, to hear from God, to see God, and to come out changed. I pray that I can find that time with God that I so desperately need.

Mono

Hannah has mono. She is sick, I mean really sick. I mean, falling asleep in the car on the way to the dr., throwing up in the waiting room, 103 degree fever sick. As I sat in the exam room with her, and they told me that it wasn't just a simple earache, and that they needed to do some tests, I broke. I sat in the chair with my sleeping, convulsing, terribly feverish 17 month old and wept. After that, I went into protective mommy mode. I gave her the Tylenol that the nurse brought in, held her for the doctor to do all of the obnoxious things they had to do to her, talked to her, sang to her. When all of that was done, I took her downstairs to the pharmacy and got all of her medication. I drove her home, put her to bed, washed the vomit laundry, cleaned all of her cups, cleaned and disinfected her stroller that was the target for her projectile vomit....yikes, and bleached all of her diaper bag toys. Also, called Daddy and told him to bring home a pizza because Mommy was not cooking. Hannah has never been sick, so I have never been to this place. My baby is sick, and I won't feel okay again until she does. My fuse is short, tears come easily, my heart breaks, and people REALLY get on my nerves! LOL Have ya been there?

I am so thankful, though. Thankful for the support of Hannah's Mimi and Nana. I mean, seriously? Dora popsicles? Grandmothers are the coolest! Thankful that my friends and family are praying for my little angel. Thankful that she is feeling better already, after the meds from fabulous Dr. Goodman. I love that man! Deciding on him as Hannah's pediatrician is one of the best things I have ever done. I am thankful that this will be a short-lived situation, and she will get better. This illness has offered me a small window into the lives of the mothers whose children don't get better, the illnesses that aren't shortlived, and having to feel the way I feel right now for a long time. Feeling so out-of-control, helpless, and upset. Those people are my heroes. I know several people who do that every day, but you, more often that not, will find them smiling through it. Amazing! Thank You, Lord for taking care of my daughter when I am unable to.