Sickness.
I’m thankful for it.
Sometimes sickness forces me to stop – not pause – but come to a complete standstill.
Today I had to lie abed, pain throbbing, shivering, stuffy head, vocal chords defunct. All I could do was lie there and look around.
I saw today.
My eyes drank in baby brother snuggled close to big sister in the reading corner to hear the words of one board book, then another, and another. No one directing this activity, no one suggesting it.
I saw middle sister kneel at our prayer couch and call “time for prayers, Jonathan!” because Mommy was not able to utter a word.
I saw obedient little feet running when I clapped my hands or snapped my fingers to bring my voiceless command to their attention.
When I could no longer see for having to squeeze my eyes shut because of an excruciating headache…
…I heard.
I heard “…then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee; How great Thou art, how great Thou art…” floating in from another room in the voice of an almost 4-year old
I heard the sweet words “poor Mommy” whispered close as they passed my way on their various destinations around the house.
I heard the soft snoring of stuffy little noses during naptime, when I myself was forced to be silent.
(I heard more silence today than I’ve heard in a long time. Could it be me? Could I be the one raising the noise level in the house with my constant direction?)
Today I felt.
Not just the strains that this illness was placing on my physical body…
I felt sweet, tiny movements all day long. Usually I’m running to and fro so much that I don’t feel many little flutters at this stage of pregnancy. However, today, each tiny kick was a sweet “hello”.
I felt little arms around me as one child after another paused to hug me to try and make me feel better.
I felt my children close as I, in turn, gave hugs of comfort to my little sickies. I felt their nearness more than I usually take the time to.
Although my sense of smell was absent, I was still able to taste things. Things that I need to taste – over and over with each illness I experience.
I tasted helplessness.
I tasted pain.
I tasted dependence.
Sickness has a way of bringing me to my knees. Frailty and weakness have their moments to shine. To care for my family when I feel so awful feels impossible without God strengthening me.
To taste pain gives the gift of empathy for others who suffer chronically.
To taste dependence is sometimes elusive for this over-achiever.
Today, for some reason that I am thankful for, I was given insight into the opportunities I had.
To see,
to hear,
to feel,
to taste…
…what wonderful blessings, indeed!
























