I woke up this morning to find my husband and daughter on the couch cuddling. This is a bit unusual because they play more than they cuddle. This was also the first sign that something was not normal.
"Is she sick?" I asked him, because this is really the only explanation I could think of. And sure enough, she was sick. So, she cuddled me while daddy got ready for work, and I was able to put her back to bed for a bit.
Fast forward an hour to my drive to a doctor's appointment. She seemed better, so I decided to go ahead and go to the appointment. On the way there she begins crying, and I am trying to soothe her when the smell hit me.
Yep, the smell of vomited milk (FYI, I am eating cottage cheese at the moment and realized that I probably should have waited to write this post...don't think I can finish my cottage cheese now).
So, I get to the doctor's appointment a few seconds later, and begin to try and clean her up. Only it is EVERYWHERE, and she is just crying and crying.
There is no help for it. I take her hoodie off of her and then snuggle her close. For now she is soothed. I run into the office and reschedule my appointment, barely holding back my tears at the sight of my daughter still covered in the puke that just did not want to come off of her.
I am sure we smelled great.
We get back into the car, and for the 10 minute drive home we are both bawling. I am trying to sing to her ('Tis So Sweet) to soothe her, but my voice keeps cracking, which makes her cry even more.
Because you know, if mommy is crying it must be bad, so she is going to cry too.
We finally got home, bathed, and now my daughter is playing and watching Sesame Street.
What a perfect Monday.
I find it "funny" that I had one of the worst mornings I have ever had, and the song I chose to sing to my sweet, sick baby was the hymn "'Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus". Even while singing it to her in the car, I was wondering what on earth possessed me to sing that song, other than the fact that I frequently sing it to her when I put her down for the night.
Seriously, this was really crappy morning, and I am singing about trusting in Jesus. It was definitely one of those moments when I think the Holy Spirit was reminding me to just trust in Him, to rest in God. Yes, this morning has been chaotic, yes it has started out with tears and puke, but truly it is so SO sweet to rest in Him. To trust in Him, and His ability to take care of both of us. To give me peace in an unfamiliar situation. To comfort me, and my daughter, and to help her feel better.
Yes, it is so sweet trust in Jesus.
Here are all the words to this hymn, so beautiful:
"Is she sick?" I asked him, because this is really the only explanation I could think of. And sure enough, she was sick. So, she cuddled me while daddy got ready for work, and I was able to put her back to bed for a bit.
Fast forward an hour to my drive to a doctor's appointment. She seemed better, so I decided to go ahead and go to the appointment. On the way there she begins crying, and I am trying to soothe her when the smell hit me.
Yep, the smell of vomited milk (FYI, I am eating cottage cheese at the moment and realized that I probably should have waited to write this post...don't think I can finish my cottage cheese now).
So, I get to the doctor's appointment a few seconds later, and begin to try and clean her up. Only it is EVERYWHERE, and she is just crying and crying.
There is no help for it. I take her hoodie off of her and then snuggle her close. For now she is soothed. I run into the office and reschedule my appointment, barely holding back my tears at the sight of my daughter still covered in the puke that just did not want to come off of her.
I am sure we smelled great.
We get back into the car, and for the 10 minute drive home we are both bawling. I am trying to sing to her ('Tis So Sweet) to soothe her, but my voice keeps cracking, which makes her cry even more.
Because you know, if mommy is crying it must be bad, so she is going to cry too.
We finally got home, bathed, and now my daughter is playing and watching Sesame Street.
What a perfect Monday.
I find it "funny" that I had one of the worst mornings I have ever had, and the song I chose to sing to my sweet, sick baby was the hymn "'Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus". Even while singing it to her in the car, I was wondering what on earth possessed me to sing that song, other than the fact that I frequently sing it to her when I put her down for the night.
Seriously, this was really crappy morning, and I am singing about trusting in Jesus. It was definitely one of those moments when I think the Holy Spirit was reminding me to just trust in Him, to rest in God. Yes, this morning has been chaotic, yes it has started out with tears and puke, but truly it is so SO sweet to rest in Him. To trust in Him, and His ability to take care of both of us. To give me peace in an unfamiliar situation. To comfort me, and my daughter, and to help her feel better.
Yes, it is so sweet trust in Jesus.
Here are all the words to this hymn, so beautiful:
- 'Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to take Him at His word;
Just to rest upon His promise;
Just to know, Thus saith the Lord. - Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him,
How I've proved Him o'er and o'er,
Jesus, Jesus, Precious Jesus!
O for grace to trust Him more. - O how sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just to trust His cleansing blood;
Just in simple faith to plunge me,
'Neath the healing, cleansing flood. - Yes, 'tis sweet to trust in Jesus,
Just from sin and self to cease;
Just from Jesus simply taking
Life, and rest, and joy, and peace. - I'm so glad I learned to trust Thee,
Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;
And I know that Thou art with me,
Wilt be with me to the end.
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