Just a little while later I was called by the school because Gracie became very ill. Her fever shot up to 103, she had a strange rash on her body and the chills. I arrived at school to find her shivering under a blanket and pale as a ghost. John and I rushed her to Urgent Care and spent the next few hours waiting. Poor baby kept falling asleep until the doctor came in and poked her again. She is still feverish but resting. Now Patrick says he is not feeling well. You know what that means. This is my bed tonight..
No husband just two sweaty and sick children. John's on the couch.
Me? I'm squshed in a little tiny corner on the edge of the bed.
Me? I'm squshed in a little tiny corner on the edge of the bed.
All day long, Gracie held on to her stuffed Jesus doll.
I think he's pretty funny looking. Check out the sandals and velcro hands so he can hold onto his very own little "Lamb of God".
(Note deep theological mystery. Is Jesus holding himself??)
(Note deep theological mystery. Is Jesus holding himself??)
Before Grace went to bed she declared "Jesus since you have taken care of me all day, now I'm gonna take care of you". She then proceeded to make him and the lamb their very own bed in my desk drawers.
“Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.”
Matthew 8:19-21
Matthew 8:19-21
Tonight, Jesus will sleep just fine. Me?...Not so much.
