Monday, February 28, 2005

 
Last night, we hosted our small group at our home. Yesterday afternoon, our two year old came down with a virus that gave her aches and a high fever. We tried to call and cancel/reshuffle the meeting place, so that others were not exposed, but we couldn't connect with the right person at the right time, so we just went ahead.

It was hard. Getting ready, mopping, straightening, etc., with my little girl trying to be brave, but feeling awful. We rock our babies at our house, and that is what I wanted to do, and I did in fact, give up on the kitchen floor.

As hard as it was, we were extremely blessed in the end. When people arrived, they were concerned, pitched in with last minute details, and allowed me rock my baby girl, offering to get me drinks, food, etc. At one moment, when I was debating about what to do, I asked everyone/no one in particular, if she felt hot to them. All at the same moment, three loving hands reached out to feel her warm skin. (The consensus was she was warmer than our thermometer was reading).

What a blessing to be part of a warm, loving community. I realize that a fever is "nothing" compared to what some have recently endured with their kids at our church, but at that moment, it was a little alarming, and very comforting to be surrounded with others who cared about us and her. I think it was very much like what Jesus intended.
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