Too tired to think of a better title. Four weeks ago our family cycled through COVID: first I got it. Then our 1-year-old got it. Then Dad got it. It took us out for about 4 weeks. Just when we started turning the corner, we agreed to do respite for a family over the 4th of July. Their 2-year-old girl who ” ” had allergies, gave us all strep throat. First the 1-year-old got it. Then I got it. Then Dad got it.
So it took us another 2 weeks to cycle through strep throat, and just as we were starting to turn a corner, we had previously agreed to do respite for another family. We had a precious little 10-month-old girl stay with us, and praise God she was the easiest kid we’ve ever had with us because we were a sick, sad family.
We are now going to take a pause from doing respite until next month. As much as we want to help foster parents and orphans, we need to get healthy first. I guess I’m writing this blog post to convince myself that maybe it’s okay that we need to pause for a moment to get healthy, because it feels wrong. I feel guilty for not doing more to save and support orphans, but the drowning can’t save the drowning (or something like that). I see the value in getting whole and getting healthy and launching back into the waters with a life saver (or something like that). 😆
“A father to the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in his holy dwelling.
God sets the lonely in families…”