I love it when God teaches me perspective. Not LOVE IT love it, but love it that He is teaching me. So this was where Tate and I were on Tuesday:
Not specifically but you get my point. We were at a cushy doctor's office--an urgent care place, where you walk in, ask for an appointment and are seen hopefully within the hour. Well, Tate hadn't been sleeping well for the past few nights, had a low grade fever and just overall wasn't himself. So I sat in the waiting room, Tate played with a cool bead toy, read some books, we watched "The Price is Right" on the huge flat screen TV in the waiting room. 3 patients later, they finally called us back to a room. After that, Tate started to get a little fussy. I mean, we'd been there for like an hour. This was supposed to be urgent care after all. What was going on? I had to go pick up Zoe from preschool in like 30 minutes...that doctor better be heading into our room here pretty soon. Tate finally caved and crawled up on my lap and started to close his eyes. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I thought of this:
I was fretting about an ear infection and a few extra minutes. These mamas are fearing for their children's lives, and the hours and days they are waiting to be seen by a doctor. When Tate crawled up on my lap and went to sleep, I didn't worry that he wasn't going to wake up again. When the doctor came in to look at him, I didn't worry that we wouldn't have the money to pay for the prescription. I didn't worry that the pharmacy wouldn't have the medicine he needed.
And seriously, please pray with me for the people of Haiti who are now fighting with a cholera epidemic. That is what God hit me with as I was waiting with my sweet baby in the doctor's office. Never in my life have I been so thankful that my child only had an ear infection.