My little ones are sick. We were up through the dark hours of Monday with our youngest and a terrible tummy. We were woken in the wee hours this morning by our oldest.
I struggle so much with true compassion during times of sleep deprivation and illness. I admit, rather ashamedly, that I find caring for illness tedious and overwhelming. The demands of five sick children ten and under can be overwhelming and I handle the stress poorly.
Two quotes have encouraged me this week.
For some people the memory of illness carries with it the memory of loving care, cool hands stroking the forhead, sponge baths in bed, clean sheets under a hot chin…soft singing of a mother’s or father’s voice during sleepless nights.”
“What is a family? A family is a well-regulated hospital, a nursing home, a shelter in time of physical need…a training place for growing human beings to know how to care…” -Edith Schaeffer
Sickness comes quietly, unexpectedly.
Aching ear drums, rolling tummies, burning cheeks.
Yet illness always comes accompanied.
Love sweeps in behind. – Ann Voscamp
I want to have hands that care for the sick with gentleness and dedication. I want to create a shelter in the storm for them. I want my hands to be cool, gentle reminders of a mother’s grace and love.
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