About this time last year I was indulging in a mid afternoon bath watching back to back episodes of Portlandia on Netflix. I was desperately trying to keep my focus off of the phone call I was expecting — the phone call from our geneticist. The results of the amino would be in. The phone finally rang and from that point on my life was forever changed. I vaguely remember collapsing on the bathroom floor in a heap of abject misery. It went from “what if” to “what now”. I imagined all sorts of horrors before me. There is no way I could have foreseen THIS:
Further proof that God is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us. (Ephesians 3:20)
It’s hard for me to go back and read the posts from the early days of this blog. It was such a scary time, drowning in the metaphoric ocean of uncertainty. We didn’t drown. We were instead washed up on the most beautiful beach with this smiling, squealy baby that has stolen the hearts of thousands! Through her we were given an entirely different perspective on living. We were given an entirely different perspective on dying, in that there is no such thing, only new life in Christ.
So here we are a year later and I find myself asking the same question, “What now??” in regard to the realization that Greta and William have been formally diagnosed with the flu!!! We’ve been so careful by getting flu shots, diligently washing our hands, limiting visitors, keeping Nora inside. There’s only so much we can do when the virus is airborne and this particular strain is seemingly excluded from this year’s vaccination’s recipe. Once again the situation is out of our hands. I can only sit here and make myself miserable with my own imagined answers to, “What now?” OR I can only put my hope and trust in God and rely solely on the power of prayer, the power of God.
I went outside to get Greta’s overnight bag out of the car last night. It was dark out and I paused to look up at the starry sky. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a barely discernible steam trail streaked from one edge of the sky to the other. Usually I only see these during daylight hours or if the moon is directly behind one. As I let my eyes further adjust to the dark I saw that it was in the shape of a cross — directly over our house. I gasped a cold breath of air and thanked God for His obvious presence here, His grace and His protection literally right over us. We are faced with another trial, on a much lesser scale than we were given last year, but God is no less present. He is the same now as He was then, able to do immeasurably more than we ask or imagine.
Greta is feeling better, but her fever keeps intermittently showing up. At least she is in good spirits and eating again. She also has a lingering cough, but that too seems to come and go.
Legos, cartoons, a sick nest and a smile!
William, on the other hand, has been feeling terrible. He said he can’t remember ever feeling this bad in his life. He has been staying in one of the upstairs rooms of his office. Fortunately he just had those rooms renovated a couple months ago, and fortunately Greta’s old mattress was relocated down there just a few days ago. I sent some bedding for his own “sick nest”, some soup and vitamins down to him yesterday and he’s been there since. I’m so appreciative of everyone who has been taking care of him for me. I miss him terribly and wish I could be there. Get better, my sweet!!!!!!!
Gavin feels fine, although he’s been extraordinarily quiet without anyone to tease around here! Strange having an extra 20 minutes before catching the school bus when you remove all the shenanigans from the getting ready equation!
Nora woke up yesterday and this morning happy, pink and squealy. I couldn’t ask for anything more!!
Oh yeah – me. I’m feeling fine but for my stomach being in knots. I’ve been wearing a surgical mask around here on the off chance I have the flu but just not symptomatic yet. Nora looks at me funny.
Thank you so very, very much for your continued prayers!! Also wondering if anyone knows the whereabouts of Ethel? She hasn’t commented in a few days and I’m worried about her! I know her only through this blog and don’t know how to contact her. Praying that everything is okay!!