Often I wake up with an idea of what my picture of gratitude will be each day and, more often than not, it is something completely different. I had other plans for my day today. It's my first day of eight-day independence so no whining to my hubby to help me out in this area or that. We were going to accomplish much-cooking, cleaning, schooling, Bible study, piano lessons, dance lessons,- and in reality..... Annabeth got sick. Instead the pile of school books went untouched and we piled up every comfort item known to man in our car to get big sister to her activities. Annabeth would cry out "My tummy hurts" every couple of miles, so we drove around town like crazy people with the windows rolled down for cool air and Jack contorting his body every which way (while staying safely buckled) in order to shield his sister from the sun. She's been struggling with asthma for the past year and this is the end of her latest dosages of high steroids and antibiotics. A week of constant coughing and prednisone just got the best of her. She crumpled up in bed and started to cry. Once the tears started, she just couldn't stop. Her tummy hurt, her head hurt, her chest hurt and you know what she wanted? Her mommy's cuddles and her bunny. She's ten years old and starting to leave those little girl days behind but when everything hurt, she just wanted comfort. Do you think for one moment I said, "I have things to do child, a schedule to keep, a list to check off." I gathered her comforter, her pillows, her bunny and held her long body and stroked her sweet little girl hair. To find comfort when you hurt....isn't that an amazing blessing? Last night, as it was Jay's last night at home for a bit and Jack gave him a tearful good-night kiss, I woke throughout the night with that little heart-skip and quick breath-what if? what if? I too called out for comfort as I struggled to take every thought captive and rest in the comfort arms of my Savior. And do you think for one moment I felt the rejection of my Abba Father as he had better things to do? I lifted up my heart-cries and he supplied his peace. And even today with a bit of a turn of events, I still have His amazing gift of peace. Sure you might enter my home right now and think we've been ransacked, but cuddles on the big comfy bed was our gift of the day. "If you then who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him!" Matthew 7:11
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