I gotta tell you - I HATE it when my kids get sick. I mean, really hate it. But one good thing about it is that I get to comfort them, take care of them, and cuddle them. As we laid next to each other under the ruffled gingham comforter, I stroked Ruth's arm. I watched her sleep and listened to her deep breaths. And in those quiet moments in her big girl room, my heart felt so full. I was secure in the fact that I was in exactly the right place. I was doing exactly what God wanted me to do in that moment. I knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that He wanted me to care for my little girl. To be HIS hands to her. I felt so useful. I felt so blessed. And I felt so honored that He had chosen me to take care of little Ruthie. I love her so.
Motherhood is such a curious thing sometimes. It takes everything out of you. And so often, you feel like no one notices all you do, all you give up. But, I know that God sees. He notices.
And if you look closely, He is waiting to be found in these little pockets of self-sacrifice. His glory sometimes shines the brightest in those moments that are the most difficult, those moments that are the "nitty gritty" of life.
Throughout my spiritual journey, I've searched for intimate connection with God in big stadiums and revival meetings, only to find Him the most in the unseen, humblest of places.
...like holding my feverish little one under a ruffled gingham comforter.