I have sick people everywhere. Okay, maybe not quite everywhere, but pretty close.
The Minion (the child formerly known as the Ewok - we decided her native language was more Minion than Ewok) started us off with fever and vomiting and so forth. After a trip to the ER to evaluate the impact on her heart, all is good. Just a virus.
But the Ninja came up to me after church yesterday with the sad eyes and sickly voice. "Daddy, I don't feel good." Sure enough, he was running fever. Not puking.
In the past 24 hours, I have been puked on and peed on. I have changed clothes. I have been incredibly grateful for the Queen. We have been inestimably helped by friends. Just a normal weekend in the Henderson household.
So as my kids lay around like old dogs, grumbling or whining when they have to move, I pray for them. And some still, small voice seems to bubble up from the carnival that is our life.
"Hey. When my kids hurt, I hurt too. And I long for their wholeness."
Sometimes we participate to a large degree. Sometimes we just show up to the party. God brings deliverance and healing and wholeness. That's His agenda. That's His Father-Heart. For a condition far worse than a virus and for people far more loved than I even love my own.
But that's just me thinking thoughts...