Viruses

Last week we had company and shared head aches, stomach aches, vomiting and the rest. I left Edson with Larrissa, Ellen and Nate and went to school for a meeting. I was happy that I could leave him with people I trust…at home…and in his own surroundings. I went, I took my time, I came home. Larissa met me at the door and said, Karen, I think something’s wrong. He has been vomiting and has had diarreah all morning…and it’s really bad.
Oh no! My world shattered. My baby was sick. I had company. I had other responsibilities that could not be put on hold. What would I do?
The whole rest of the day…and the next, Edson didn’t want food, or medicine or milk. He would turn his head away or shake his head “NO”. He was offered his favorite foods and would look away with disgust. The comforting bottle seemed more of a torture.
I started to get worried and cried out, “Father, heal him!”
The doctor warned us that it was extremely contagious virus going around and lasts, in some cases, up to 10 days. Oscar and Nate started feeling the same.
Yesterday, I was fixing Edson some spaghetti, his FAVORITE meal. A couple of minutes before, he was going…MmmmmMmmmm…letting me know he was hungry. I sat down to feed him and before I got food on the spoon he already had his mouth opened like a little bird and was going…AhhhhAhhhh. He was HUNGRY!
The Lord took my thoughts back to us, spiritually. When we are sick, spiritually, we don’t want God’s word, we turn our heads away from prayer, and we turn away the comfort of the Lord’s presence in our lives. We are sick, but we don’t want medicine.
Edson was sick for two days, but sometimes our spiritual sickness turns into weeks, months or years until we cry out…Father, heal me! Only then is our food really yummy. We want more! More of the Father. More of his comforting presence. More of his healing word.