If I were not so amazingly tired, I would figure out creative ways to enlighten you with graphic details of the past few days’ goings-on around here. Suffice to say that last night we had three out of our four children throwing up. Poor sweet things. Especially the baby, who got sick all night long, and continues still this morning.
We are trying to just keep things together, and hoping maybe this will be over soon. Of course none of what is going on here is life-threatening, and probably we shall all be healthy again soon. Nevertheless, one thing that seeing my family suffer with illness does for me is to remind me that I don’t really love this earth as much as I sometimes think I do. I am thankful we have a home in heaven, where “God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.”