Last night, Elijah vomited twice in his sleep. He never woke up. He didn’t even know he was sick until this morning, and neither did I. My mother-in-law kept the kids last night. We only live 10 minutes apart, and the kids enjoy the occasional unscheduled overnight. You’ve got to love a grandma who keeps the kids even when they’re tossing their cookies all night.
So the kids and I stayed home from church tonight. I've been feeling guilty that Scott had to go alone when he was already missing 3 of his workers. I am #4. Elijah seemed to be feeling okay earlier, except that he wouldn't eat anything. Just before bed, though, he developed a headache and low grade fever. At least I know I did the right thing by keeping him home.
Wednesdays are always late nights for us. We are done at the church building a little after 9, since Scott drives one of the vans to take kids home. That gives us a chance to clean up the rooms we have used. After he returns, we all head over to a friend's house. We purchase our milk from them (they have a couple of milk cows) and they lift our spirits. God placed them so close to our church, we think, so that we can receive encouragement from them. Wednesday nights were harsh emotionally and spiritually before we met them. We would come home and not sleep well. We couldn't even begin to discuss the evening until sometime the next day. Things seemed dark and bleak... hopeless is the word that comes to mind. We were not hopeless, but to look out at the teens we had was like looking into the face of death. There was a heaviness around them. It was very, very sad. Thanks to our milk-bearing friends we haven't felt that in a while. The only way I can describe it is that you can feel the spirit of the Lord around them- such peace is there. Scott gets to visit them alone tonight.
I just got a call that one of the kids from church was involved in a football accident. The young man he tackled is going in for emergency surgery right now. He has a perforated bowel and it is possible that his stomach could rupture. Your prayers are needed and appreciated.