The last week has been one for the books. So much happened. So many highs and lows. You know those weeks that it just seems like you are so consumed by life that you’re just lost in the moments? That was this past week.
Most of this week was spent disinfecting and sanitizing, wiping noses and giving medicine, and things going wrong- but then so much went right.
We came home from visiting my sister in Alabama the previous Saturday. By Sunday, I was sick and by then, the word started to spread that the majority of people we spent our time around also ended up sick with anything from the flu to sinus infections.
We have a specialty light in our kitchen, it went out on Monday- we had to order it. By Tuesday, Christopher was sick. By Wednesday, the kids were sick. Then we got the news Thursday that a dear friend of ours young son had gone home to be with the Lord after a long battle with his health.
Friday was most magical with more snow than I’ve ever seen in my lifetime living in Louisiana. We didn’t get to spend much time playing since we were all sick, and then I ended up bringing Christopher to the Urgent Care Friday afternoon where he was diagnosed with a severe case of strep throat.
Oh, that same day our heater stopped working for a little while (we have an older pier home with NO insulation) and my washing machine broke. Christopher was able to get the heater back on a short time later, but since we were all sick, the laundry was piled high and I had no way to wash.
Here it is on Sunday, the snow and all its remnants are gone. It’s only a memory now, but I’m still in awe of the handiwork of the Lord. Despite the sickness, despite the breakdowns, despite the modern-day inconveniences, oh how He loves us.
My kids saw a Louisiana snow for the first time in their lives. The made snowmen and caught snowflakes on their tongues and had snowball fights. We snuggled and watched Christmas movies and basked in the reason for the season and the love that surrounded our home.
My face hurt from smiling so much. My heart was overwhelmed by the beauty that was brought to our little bayou town. For a little while, we forgot about everything else and became what I could only imagine as being the happiest people on earth.
Our hardships mean nothing compared to the work the Lord performed in our hearts this week. Despite feeling like I’ve been hit by a truck, I’m still standing on the mountaintops. I feel so blessed and grateful for this little life we have.
“Life is wasted if we do not grasp the glory of the cross, cherish it for the treasure that it is, and cleave to it as the highest price of every pleasure and the deepest comfort in every pain.” – John Piper