Woke Up At The Quake of Dawn

Max crawled into bed with us in the wee early morning hours complaining that his bones hurt.  I suspected a fever since he came down with Round 2 of the stomach virus yesterday but he didn’t feel especially hot.  I told him to come on in, we’ll make room. 

About 6:30 I still couldn’t get back to sleep and worry was starting to set in about how Max was feeling.  I went down to get him some Gatorade in case he was dehydrated.  He looked kind of funny to me, all pale with chapped lips, he was tossing and turning, and was not himself.  Actually, he was a downright pain.  I’m not sure what serious dehydration looks like but my mind went there fast.  Oh no, another trip to the ER?  He was really sick last night and he only drank half a cup of Gatorade before bedtime.

I just kept forcing down the Gatorade all morning as he watched Looney Tunes, hoping that he would start feeling better soon.  I wasn’t freaking out but I did call the doctor to go over the list of symptoms he’s had since Sunday.  By the time I called he had a fever and I was growing concerned.

She assured me that I was doing what I was supposed to do: watch carefully for signs of dehydration, lethargy, and to control his diet and fluid intake for the next 48 hours.  I got the memorized lecture on the BRAT diet and giving Motrin every 6 hours, but I was glad I called.

Let me just say he is fine now but it started off as ANOTHER one of those crazy days.   One that led me right to where I should start every day, on my knees.

Before I opened my Bible hoping that the Lord would just zap a perfect verse on the page for me to feel a sense of control in this chaotic week of, really, spiritual attack, I prayed.   Somewhere in the mumble jumble of my prayer I asked God to just hold on to me and I had this picture in my head of everything going crazy around me but being perfectly at ease.

Then I randomly opened to Psalm 75:3 and this is the verse I read:

When the earth and all its people quake,
       it is I who hold its pillars firm.

I love reading an unfamiliar passage (as many are to me since I have memory loss when it comes to God’s promises) and seeing the words apply to whatever I just prayed.  Doesn’t happen everyday but today?  Zap! God used His Word to answer my prayer right away.  He held me still and reminded me to trust him when I felt shaky.

Hope that encourages someone today.

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Max was starting to feel better around noon and he thanked me for being his nurse today.  Wasn’t that sweet?  Also, Anna sent a care package of stuffed animals, puzzles, and games to Mini and Max which cheered him up big-time. 

This was a Spider-man game that belonged to Anna’s sister that she wanted to pass along to Max.  He remembered playing it when we were in Colorado.  K, Max loves the game and said  “that was so thoughtful of her”

Let me tell you, these manners were not present with the fever!  I’m so glad he’s feeling better and back to himself again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a while of Spider-man play, Max was feeling so good that he asked me to play his Star Wars game with him.

As you can see, he’s feeling much better.

Oh, before I go, here’s what John and Anna sent to Mini after their trip to the zoo recently

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How do you like her pink flamingo, Holly?

Thanks for the surprise care package, John & Anna.  It arrived on the perfect day for when we needed a pick-me-up.

*sorry this post was so long and wordy.  I’m trying to work on that.