So yeah. March has been rough. To say the least. Just when I felt like we were finally getting back into a routine and Evie was finally feeling better after her long recovery from her virus, Eli started throwing up. And then I started throwing up. And then Darin started throwing up. This week has been yet another week of sickness for our household, the only one spared so far… Evie. And you can bet that I’ve been on my knees praying that she doesn’t get this nasty stomach flu, because it is awful, and she has been through enough this month.
And sure, I could think of some silver linings in all of this. Like how Eli’s throw up somehow missed the carpet and landed on the leather couch instead. How three days of a stomach bug is a surprisingly good weight loss plan. How my mom has come to the rescue yet again, exposing herself to our germs (God please keep her healthy, too). Or how after the husband gets sick and realizes how awful it really is, he thanks you for being there in the middle of the night for him as he was hunched over the toilet.
But at one point this week, as I was doubled over in stomach cramps and in tears, I wanted to cry out to God (okay, maybe I did cry out to God) and say, “Screw the silver linings. I just want our family back to normal again. Healthy again. Everyone happy again. Oh, and it would be nice if spring came.” And you know what? I think God is okay with that. He longs for us to cry out to Him. I don’t have to present Him with a list of things I’m thankful for first. Sometimes I can just cry out to Him. The silver linings are there, He knows I’m grateful, He knows my heart.
And since you probably don’t want to see any more photos of my sick family, I’ll leave you with this one from my January trip to California. I remember being overcome to tears standing in this place and hearing the ocean and watching those dark clouds lift to showcase the sunset. His grace abounds in deepest waters.