My 16 1/2 month-old son presented a VERY high fever last night at around 10pm. When I'm not in the moment I know a fever in and of itself is nothing to fear. However, being that late on a Sunday night, my head when into Panic Mode and I actually feared he would die before morning. Why does every rational part of my being abandon me when a loved one is in duress? I am so thankful for my Father who reminds me that I am not without help or comfort as a parent. For as much as I love my children, He loves me (and them) even more.
"Like a shepherd He will tend His flock, In His arm He will gather the lambs And carry them in His bosom; He will gently lead the nursing ewes." Isaiah 40:11.
It is 4:20am the same night. It's been a rough night so far and I expect it to continue this way. But I know the Holy Spirit is with me, my son, my family. He is gently guiding me as I care for my children and I feel His peace that truly does pass understanding.
