I expected this morning when I woke I would take my father-in-law for his follow up doctor's visit. Instead, my son woke me up in the wee hours of the day telling me he was sick. He stated that he was not feeling well and was sick to his stomach.
I got out of bed and did the best I could for him but eventually took him to Urgent Care hoping for relief. He could not keep anything down and had severe pain in his stomach. His impatience at the office was overshadowed only by his pain.
When I got him home, he did not appear any better although he did sleep for a bit. When he awoke, he kept telling me "Mom, rub my stomach, it doesn't hurt when you rub it." I laughed at the absurdity of it but I sat and rubbed his belly like I did when he was younger.
I don't really believe that I have the power to stop a stomach ache merely by rubbing it. I believe that it was the power of "being mom" and "having security" that made him feel better. If mom is there, then everything will be better. So I stayed at his side and rubbed. He just needed to "feel me."
As I sat there rubbing his stomach, I travelled back to a time when I just needed to "feel God." I was at a point that nothing helped, no meds, no advice, no company....I just needed to know God was there...with me, beside me, holding his child. I needed his security, his power, his love.
Often at this age, mom's get in the way. Today, however, I was needed and I was glad that I could be there to fill the void of fear, pain, anxiety and the unknown. My son needed my touch and he reminded me of how much I need the touch of God's hand.
Heal me O Lord, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise. Jeremiah 17:14
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