(Another) Sick Day at the Parsonage

This last Saturday was supposed to be a big soccer day for our family.  An hour drive North and our Oldest would have had a couple big games with the local competition.  However, as has been the news around here a lot recently, he got sick the day before.

So, Coach-hubby headed North to be coach, without his little soccer star.

I on the other hand, hunkered in for a day of low-key life indoors. Here’s what my phone camera caught of our slow Saturday.

Morning cartoons ~ an hour with the ever Curious monkey named George.

Lots of artwork on paper and one little boys body.

…which led to a clean-out of the markers.  Most of them met their end.  Guess it’s time to restock.

The sun came out, so we headed out for our Vitamin D intake.

  I just love all the colors this time of year.

The view these days, looking south. There’s a little girl in there!

The dog gave chewing lessons to the boy…

…and  a quick visit with friends on our evening walk yielded a survival fort built by our little Bear Grylls’ fans.

Lots of help in the kitchen from Half-pint…

…hysterical bathtime communication…

… and sick day chicken noodle soup.  Just what the doctor ordered.

We’ve had a lot of sickness around here the last few months, some lasting a day or two, some lasting weeks and requiring medication. The Lord has been working in us to learn to give thanks, in our sickness and for our sicknesses as we have been slowed down and humbled by a deeper awareness of our own weaknesses and our great need for Him.

 “His Strength is Perfect”

by Steven Curtis Chapman

“I can do all things Through Christ who gives me strength,

But sometimes I wonder what He can do through me;

No great success to show, No glory on my own,

Yet in my weakness He is there to let me know . . .

His strength is perfect when our strength is gone;

He’ll carry us when we can’t carry on.

Raised in His power, the weak become strong;

His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect.

 We can only know The power that He holds When we truly see how deep our weakness goes;

His strength in us begins Where ours comes to an end.

He hears our humble cry and proves again . . .

His strength is perfect when our strength is gone;

He’ll carry us when we can’t carry on.

Raised in His power, the weak become strong;

His strength is perfect, His strength is perfect.”

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