I was forced to stay home from work today. Yes, that’s right. A few times a year my workplace “makes” me stay home. They are overstaffed and don’t need me and call me at 4:59 in the morning to let me know that today’s my day, my mandatory. Suddenly, what I thought was going to be the start of my long 36 hour work weekend was an unexpected day off.
And it couldn’t have come on a more perfect day. I’ve been suffering from headaches and some sort of viral achy miserable cold crud the past few days and was dreading Friday morning. When the call came it was like a little voice from heaven telling me that I now had the freedom to stay home and rest. A cold is such a little thing, but I felt like God was watching out for me.
My boy, Eli, has been the sweetest ever while I haven’t been feeling well. Extra snuggles and hugs and lots of asking how I am. Making sure I have what I need and even tucking me in last night and praying over me. This morning when I woke up he told me how when he came up to bed last night he made sure he was extra quiet and didn’t turn on any lights because he didn’t want to wake me. The first thing he asked when he got home from school today, “how are you feeling, mom?”. These little things were such a huge blessing to this mama’s heart.
He might have learned those things from his dad, who sent me bright yellow tulips yesterday. I had spent most of the day in bed and getting those flowers on a snowy sub zero day was just what I needed. He picked up food for us and the kids last night. He stayed home this morning to help me get the kids off to school when he could have gone into work. He put the trash out and cleared the snow off our driveway. All little things, but they made me feel loved and cared for.
This morning, after the kids had left for school and Darin for work, I lit a candle and sipped my coffee and spent some time reading and opened my Bible to this verse from Exodus 33:14: “My presence is with you, and I will give you rest.” God knows that I needed some tulips and sweet prayers from my 9 year old and a day off of work when I’m dealing with a little cold. I felt His presence this week. I accepted the rest He provided. I am grateful for the God of little things. Because if He cares so much to provide those little things, I can trust He’s going to be there for the big things, too.