Yesterday was a trying day - attempting to simultaneously suppress nausea and make crustless peanut butter toast, nurse, burp and change Carter every 2.5 hours, moderate a Selah/Jack Ultimate Fighting Championship match over a plastic motorcycle, keep Jack from sitting on Carter, and dole out enough love and attention to keep my kids out of jouvie once they hit puberty.
I longed to be at a different life stage if I was going to be vomiting all day: my elementary school days when mom brought me ginger ale and saltines...my free, self-indulgent college days... Really, any other day would do. Just not this one, please.
My knight came home from work, switched out his sword for my apron and took on all homemaking and child-rearing responsibilities. (Swoon, right?) I've basically been in bed for the past 24 hours. Funny thing though. I woke up from a nap today around noon, still sick, but with an additional, itchy sense of, "Why am I not up doing something right now?" I was feeling kind of useless - like I wasn't serving my purpose.
And then I scrolled through my instagram feed and read this:
How cool is that?!
Trying to be thankful for the stillness right now, quietly trusting the One who perfectly made my sweet little peanut butter sandwich-eating, Ultimate Fighting Champions. How cool the way He speaks to us wherever we are. And I love that He uses iphones, too.
Hope you are feeling better than I am. But in case you aren't, I hope you are enjoying the stillness too.
