I wasn't ready to hear that. So you can imagine what I was thinking when Jude was admitted to the hospital a couple weeks ago. Those four days may have been my most stressful and exhausting experience yet as a parent. Then, just a few days after we returned home, we all got the stomach flu. But somehow God's been using this chaos and sleeplessness to teach me a few things.
First, He showed me that we do have family here. The evening we were admitted to the hospital, our church family started to pray for us. Over the next few days, they came to visit, brought meals/toys/coffee/baby snacks, subbed for Kalan's classes, folded our laundry, and watched/fed/ even bathed our daughter.
Second, God showed me that even when I felt alone, He was taking care of us. The first night I told the nurse there wasn't any toilet paper or soap. She chuckled and said, "This is a city hospital; you need to prepare those things yourself." Kalan was home with our sleeping 2-year-old, my phone was nearly out of minutes, and there was no internet access. A moment later, an arm holding a packet of tissues popped out from the other side of the curtain. "We can share," another tired-looking mom said.
"Yes, Keira, I feel very sad and tired, so I'm crying."
"Oh. Hmm...Mama pray?"
Nothing's more humbling than getting a much-needed kick in the pants from your toddler. We finally prayed and then I called the power company. We had electricity within an hour.
Lastly, God showed me that distance is no obstacle for Him. We were blessed by our parents, siblings, and church family in the U.S. throughout this ordeal. Many people wrote to us to let us know they were supporting us in prayer. A dermatologist from our home church considered Jude's case, offered helpful opinions, and explained what was going on in plain English. Even from across the ocean, God used His people to encourage us.
In light of all this, I've decided to stop saying, "It would be so much easier if..."
Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus...