I took John to the airport at 3:30 Wednesday morning and headed home for a little more rest before morning. Pax was up every hour until 7:15 at which time he came in and got in bed and spit up everywhere...during the night or early morning I should say everytime Pax got up I was reminded that I was going to have to depend on Jesus every moment that John was gone...needless to say but I must anyway the spit up was the clencher...yes Jesus was going to have to get me thru every moment. He always does I just so seldom stop to recognize it.
The last time Pax threw up was in January of 2015, we were at church, he was in the ktan and blew chunks directly in my face during beginning worship. Quickly we headed home and I went up to the shower...not even five minutes after starting the shower I started miscarrying. About four weeks prior we were at our 9 week ultrasound appointment and saw a sweet little baby so still in my womb...there had been life but no heartbeat was found. I had spent the next four weeks petitioning the Lord on behalf of our sweet baby to restore the heartbeat, to choose life for this child. But here the Lord had rendered his decision. I was so sad, but so confident that this was happening for my good. For our families good. Always. God protected me and got me home to a warm shower...what tender care is that...Pax was not sick again, he napped at home and woke up as if nothing had happened. God loves me so much that he would make my son throw up chunks in my face during worship to get me home and in a warm shower just when I needed it most...okay so here we are..John headed to Malawi and I am at home with a sick Pax a sleeping Joy an excited Julian and Jude for this was the day we were headed to the beach with Uncle Mike Aunt Amie Elizabeth Abbie Emma and Hannah all who were sound asleep upstairs.
I quarantined Pax with movies in the boys room and helped get the Siefert's and my big boys off to the beach. We would stay home today, this was the day our Lord had made I would trust him with it.
Pax ate some Cheerios and some taco chips and fell asleep about 1pm in the middle of watching finding Nemo. He woke up at 4:30 hungry for a baked potato. Happy as a lark without any symptoms... I'm not sick he told me. I had spent the day taking care of sweet sister and doing house work wondering what the Lord had protected me from today. For this had a purpose...all things have a purpose. By 7pm I was ready lets go to the beach :). This morning the kiddos were quite glad to be together.
And the beautiful day at the beach awaits us!
