The Still, Small Voice Speaks Volumes
The Husband is still recovering from surgery. Li’l Bit is still recovering from an ear infection. Big Sister woke up with a fever yesterday, and woke up today with a persistent cough.
I’m not going to lie — I grumbled. I complained. I whined. Obviously we couldn’t go to church, and I like going to church. I especially like going when I’m not working in the nursery and I’m able to be a part of the worship service. Especially at this time of year — the Christmas music! I think I’ve only been to one service with Christmas music so far!
So I pouted this morning. No church. No worship. No visiting with friends. Pout, pout, pout.
As I stood in the kitchen making an egg and toast for a little girl who asked for an egg and toast and then changed her mind and only wanted a bowl of cereal, a little thought came into my mind. It was given to me softly and gently.
Vanessa, at least you have a family to care for.
What? What was that?
Isn’t this what you wanted your whole life? To be a wife and mother? This is part of that.
I looked down at the egg I was preparing and imagined it all over my face.
Yes, this is what I wanted my whole life. A fan-freaking-tastic husband and beautiful children.
And… While I’m at it… Didn’t I want that husband to be able to provide for me and my family? That probably means he may have to work a little harder early in his career to move forward, doesn’t it? Okay. I’m getting this.
I am thankful for the job that The Husband has. I am thankful that it provides insurance so that he was able to have surgery without thinking twice about it. I am thankful that it provides insurance so that we are able to take our girls to the doctor when we need to. I am thankful that I am able to go to a dozen appointments and wait in lobbies for 45 minutes to an hour to find out that I. AM. HEALTHY.
I am thankful for my sick little girls. I am thankful that even though they are under the weather, one’s goal is to make me laugh by mooning me on her way to get dressed, and the other one joined in by trying to smile so big that I thought her face was going to crack. (The inclusion of the mention of being mooned and the word crack was unintentional. But I saw that and left it in anyway. Because there’s a little Chandler in all of us.)
I am thankful that these girls came into our lives pretty simply.
Thank You, God, for that reminder this morning. This is what I always wanted. Every single bit of it.
And what happened then…?
Well… in Who-Ville they say
That the Grinch’s small heart
Grew three sizes that day!
How The Grinch Stole Christmas