It is a cold and blustery day...
Both of my little ones have sinus-stuffy, head-achey, nose-runny colds.
One is nursing a fever.
It's a day for good books, warm tea, and fluffy down blankets.
For snuggling and soothing hot brows.
For homemade chicken soup and "heal us" prayers.
And while is pricks my heart in that small place, and fear wakes up and takes notice... it puts me in a position of uncurling my fingers of control, and trusting our Heavenly Father - The Great Physician. It allows me to stretch the strongest mama muscles of Compassion and Tenderness.
I get to gather them under my wings, and we share the sweetest fellowship.
Memories are being made.
And the arms that are feeling more and more empty as growing children become more and more independent... are satisfied with their fullness today.
The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn, and keep himself warm
and hide his head under his wing, poor thing.
