When?

Normally I don't have time to sit down and just type. But this morning, with my son at preschool and my daughter sick on the couch, I have plenty of time to just sit and think. And worry. When will this little girl get better? When will she be able to get a good night's rest, uninterrupted by bouts of coughing and fever-induced delirium? When will my back recover from 5 days of carrying 30lbs of toddler from one room to another because she just needs to feel comforted?

I'm tired, folks.

God has done the miraculous, though, as is His custom. I've been housebound for a week and haven't lost my marbles. My normally restless son has been very content to color a picture, imagine spaceships out of legos, role-play flying superheroes running back and forth through the living room. Not once has he complained of my unavailable arms and attention. That can only be a God thing, because let me tell you, that is NOT like him at all!

So, I'm tired. But I'm grateful, too.