Have you ever noticed that you love your children more when they are sick?
Or is it just me?
Yes, they are whining and more fussy than they would usually be, but they actually have a good reason for it. Yes, they don't sleep quite as well as they usually would, but it's because they can barely breathe or they get woken up with coughing fits every five minutes. Yes, they want to be held more, but it's because they don't feel good and need comfort.
Maybe I just have more compassion when they're sick because I've been there. I know how miserable it is.
Or maybe it's because when my children are sick I tend to have a constant prayer running through the back of my mind.
"Please, let him go back to sleep."
"Please, let him breathe so he can sleep."
"Please, let him keep at least this water down."
"Please, give him peace."
"Please, Father, let him be alive in the morning."
I kind of think that might be it. . . My constant campaign keeps me in better touch with the Lord than I would usually be. I think there might be a lesson there that I need to learn. . .