Truth is... I'm tired. Sweet Eden has been sick for the past couple of days- fever, cough, snotty nose, ya know the norm. She's since passed on a bit of her cough to her little brother. Yesterday, I don't think my arms were free until Papa Clarkson came home for lunch and offered his wifey a bit of a break. It's so hard to see your babies not feelin the best. We took Eden to see the doctor today, and now she's on some antibiotics. Baby brother luckily is still healthy and doesn't need anything but lots of milk, his favorite. Last night Handsome Hubby and I were enjoying our weekly "Heroes" night (tea/hot chocolate and any other tasty treat we can find- last night it was chocolate chip muffins), and I couldn't stay awake!!!! Wah!! It's like my favorite night of the whole week and I couldn't keep my eyes open.
Ya know, in the grand scheme of things is this a big deal? No. But... it has been convicting... almost every day I'm reminded of the grim reality that so many mommies do not have the resources to take their babies to the doctor or purchase the medicine they need. I forget how hard it is to have a sick baby. I'm lacking in... what's that word again... oh yeah- mercy. We took a test last week to see what our gifts were. My highest were 'hospitality' and 'gifts', 'mercy' was one of my lowest. I kind of laughed to myself because I knew this indeed was something I needed to grow in. God willing, I will.