Sick Days and the Church

At the risk of sounding cheesy, I thought I’d share that we’ve just been hangin’ around lately….

But seriously, this weekend for me was a snippet of why the church means so much to me. Luke and I lead the singing part of our worship services on Sundays–he sings and I play the piano (and I also sing into a microphone which is oh so new to me and oh so scary). But Luke was out of town last week (his replacement was already secured), and late Saturday night I knew trouble was brewing when Amaleah was up late with a tummy ache…I texted my sweet, one and only piano playing substitute (being part of a small church plant means fewer options for replacements), but I knew that both of us were crossing our fingers and bowing our hearts, begging God to keep my kiddos healthy…

Alas, God’s ways are better! Both of my girls ended up in bed with me in the middle of the night and by 4 am it was clear things weren’t going to get better. So I texted my friend (we knew this day would come sooner or later), and by 5:30am (!!!) she had pulled the music, made a few changes and I’m sure was serenading her family in the wee hours of the morning practicing for the service. I felt bad that I had to put her in that kind of a panic, but then again I’m so thankful this is how the body of Christ works…when one man is down the other one picks him up again…


And while being the church has everything to do with who we are every day of the week, not on Sundays only, and it’s so much more than who’s going to play the piano or set up chairs for our weekly meeting, it’s still beautiful to see how God uses us when He needs us, and how He gives grace to others to fill in the gaps when He needs them to.

So on Sunday afternoon as I was busy loving on two sick kids (and one healthy rambunctious boy), making soup, reading books, watching movies, I told my girls that between the two of them they made one good lookin’ case of strep throat, in my humble mommy opinion…one had the horrible tummy pains, the other had the horrible sore throat. Strange. And indeed that diagnosis was confirmed at the doctor’s office. Except they each had their own case of strep throat and can’t really share the medicine…

Now I’m just hoping they didn’t share their sweet germs with anyone else in this family.  


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