It is 1:30 am and I am watching TV with my 14yo.
This is not a fun sleepover.
I am not a bad mother.
And she is not a happy camper.
The reason we are up? The tummy bug that hit others in our family last week suddenly hit her this morning. And then.. it has hit her tonight.
And when it first hit her, I was there beside her in the bathroom.
Then a sympathetic wave of nausea rolled over me and I yelled for my hubby. He was already at the door before I finished calling his name. He came in and I scurried out before he had two messes to clean up.
I rushed back with a glass of water and a wet cloth. Then hurried out again. Then back again… but with my mouth and nose covered to help keep another sympathetic wave from rushing over me.
I repeat…I am NOT a bad mother. I just have a very sensitive gag reflex.
I love her. She loves me. And obviously, my hubby loves us both!
It was soooo nice to know my hubby was there to step in and take care of both of us. To know that we could rely on him to take care of the ickiness of the evening. Our daughter’s tummy bug + my weak stomach could have equaled a very icky place. And he was willing to clean up the mess.
Isn’t that the way it is with God on a much larger scale? He loves us in the middle of our icky places. And He is there for us, even before we finish calling out to Him.
He sends us help in the middle of sticky, icky places. Jesus came in the middle of our world’s ickiness… but didn’t turn away. He didn’t stop loving. He didn’t stop saving. And He hasn’t stopped!
Today, no matter what you are going through, may your icky places be filled with the presence of the Comforter and healed by the touch of the Great Physician. And may you KNOW that Jesus is there, even before you finish calling His name.