Molly has been sick off and on for the past few days. She is a lot better but just has an aweful cough. Last night, as she was coughing away, I was trying to remember all of the things I can do to ease her discomfort: give her tea, water, cough drops, turn on the vaporizer. I can never remember if the humidifier or the vaporizer is better. You'd think I would remember after eight children, but I don't.
Well, Molly and I were up on and off until at least 3:30 in the morning. She was in torment and I was in torment. As soon as I would doze off she would wake up coughing again. At one point she was just wide awake so I prayed for her, sang to her, hoping somehow this would help her sleep better and longer. But it didn't. Oh well. I know there are bigger problems.
This morning I woke up wishing I could sleep a lot longer while Molly woke up singing, "It's the best day ever, it's the best day ever............." Talk about praise being perfected in the mouth of babes. While I am lamenting about my lack of sleep she is obeying Psalm 149:5 where it says
"Let the saints be joyful in glory; Let them sing aloud on their beds................"