Our breakfast table is looking a bit less lonely.
We had our best ratio yet yesterday.
4 really sick ones (as in unable to get out of bed)
4 in recovery mode (as in not sick enough to want to stay in bed but not 100%...little ones whiny off and on)
4 pretty much recovered (a bit of lingering cough but pretty much back to normal/goofy seeming only to have slight relapses when it time for school)
And 2 that have stayed well.
Something I've noticed. Sickness can produce closer relationships.
Siblings worried about each other. Praying for each other.
Taking care of each other. Covering each others chores.
Cooped up together (with little to no energy to squabble over those "little" things) leads to lots of talking.
Sharing blankets. Letting brother sleep in your bed for the day so he can have a change of scenery.
A new appreciation for being healthy.
In everything give thanks.
Yesterday, Abi and I made cookies for our new neighbors. Susannah offered to wash the dishes.
From my bedroom where I was folding laundry, I could hear her sing.
Joy from within. Something so sweet.
I quietly walked into the kitchen behind her and captured a bit of this memory.
Do you sing when you work? Do you dance a bit with your broom?
Do your children SEE the joy there is in serving?
I want mine to see that in me.
Just like I see it in Susannah. :)
He heals the broken hearted and he sets the captives free
He made the lame to walk again and He caused the blind to see.
He's able, He's able, I know He's able.
I know my Lord is able to carry me through.