Go away, sickie bugs!

So....the past few days Kenzie has been eating abnormally....or really, just hardly eating at all. I wasn't quite sure if she was coming down with something, or if she was just going through a 2-year-old eating phase....but now I know. She definitely had a tummy bug. Not only did she wake up crying at 2:30am and proceed to puke as I lifted her out of her crib, but I now also know she felt gross because I do.

I was hoping that when I woke up this morning feeling a little funny that it was just in my head. I told myself that I'd eat some breakfast and feel better. But nothing really sounded that great. So I just waited. I finally ate a little bit of lasagna and a bowl of Golden Grahams for lunch. That definitely did NOT help. But I was still ok. But now...at 6:28pm things are just getting worse instead of better. I still haven't had any of the *worst* flu symptoms. YAY! But my stomach hurts so bad and nothing sounds good at all. I have also developed an achy body, particularly my legs, in the past hour.

Kenzie, however, seems to be feeling much better. After her afternoon nap, she munched on some cereal and ate a bowl of applesauce a little bit ago. Poor Ryken....he is the one suffering the most. I have SUCH a hard time even stepping foot in the kitchen when I feel this gross. I DID feed him. It just wasn't very much fun for either of us : )

Right now, my house is a disaster area. There is music on. The TV is on some boring PBS news show. Ryken is crawling around, discontent with life and wishing he could somehow get into more than he already does. I just found Kenzie running around with no diaper on. Yeah...not in the mood for THAT right now. As I type this, she is using a measuring cup to transfer cereal from her puke bowl (which she never used) to her toy microwave. And I just don't have the energy to stop any of it. I am counting down the hours until Chip gets home. Current countdown.....4 hours 23 mins...give or take.

And yet, in the midst of all of this, God was so gracious to bring to mind so many others who are in SUCH worse circumstances. As I was lamenting being a "sick mom" (which is one of the worst and hardest things ever, in my opinion) my wonderful Father turned my mind to all of the moms who are chronically sick. All of those strong women who live with MUCH MORE challenging physical conditions on daily basis while trying to love, serve, and raise their families...and some of these women have no end in sight. And so, in my mind I turned my solo pity-party into a time of prayer......asking of God to be with those sick moms......the moms who are fighting cancer....or lupus....or MS....or any other multitude of chronic illnesses. Asking that He would give them peace. Asking that He would give them strength. Asking that He would give them grace in the area of their children's obedience...and that they'd have overwhelming, unexplainable patience as they deal with their little ones.

And while my physical condition is defintely no better than it was an hour ago (and possibly even worse), I feel better. I have a thankful heart. And I have the comfort of the hand of my Father.