But through all this, holding his feverish body, seeing him hurting and so unaware of what and why this was happening to him, I felt so much peace. I felt how incredibly I was blessed.
I am blessed to stroke a sweaty head and pray that a fever will break. I was blessed with an answer to that prayer, in the form of both personal comfort and reassurance that this would pass. I rocked my listless child, and I felt nothing but gratitude for the blessing of peace and of the Spirit. I was reminded that motherhood, from the gritty, sleepless nights to the perfect carefree days is such a sacred, sacred trust. What an amazing gift from God to be able to bear and comfort and serve His tiny children.
Gabe's fever has broken now. He is resting and is on the mend.
And despite the sleepless nights, extra laundry,and worry and frustration, I am all the more blessed.]]>