Our children, that is. They are ours to borrow for 18 or so years. To raise them in the way they should go, and hopefully when they are grown, they will not depart from it (if it has been sound training, that is). While we build much of our lives, or our schedules at least, around them, they are only with us for a short time. They are not ours to keep.
If you have children, have you ever thought about who would raise them if something happened to you? You may have considered this if you have a will. However, we rarely think it will happen. Statistically, that’s true, but we don’t know our tomorrow anymore than we knew our today, yesterday.
A couple of weeks ago, I shared with you my experience with having a rare Basilar Migraine that mimicked a stroke. While we have done some estate planning and have our children placed in the care of family members, the reality of something like that actually happening is beyond the thoughts of most of us.
I believe that most of the severe allergic reactions had by my son have in some way or another been at my hand. At the same time, I have also been the one to “come to his rescue.” What if he suddenly comes under the care of another. Will they know what to do? What not to feed him? That cross-contamination is a real and present risk.
I want to take today’s post to applaud those of you — moms, dads, grandparents — who raise a child with food allergies. You do a mighty job! You willingly give up a desire to eat at a restaurant. You willingly give up the ease of casserole cooking. You willingly give up the tried and true PB&J. You willingly pay the extra expense of foods that are safe for your child. You willingly open your home for a play date because it’s safer than sending your child to another’s house. You willingly lose sleep to make sure the hives have diminished or the wheezing has stopped. You willingly drag along a medical bag every place you go, and promptly return home when its forgotten. You willingly grind your own gluten-free flour. You willingly make your food from scratch. You willingly send them out the door, always with a bit of unease, to take on their day, potential dangers lurking everywhere. You willingly….on and on….
I encourage you today to continue in this sacrificial love that you have for this child. He or she could not survive without you. You are showering this child with grace. This grace in the everyday.
I looked up the definition of grace and there are several. A few of them are:
free, unmerited divine favor
a virtue coming from God
disposition to or an act or instance of kindness, courtesy, or clemency
the quality or state of being considerate or thoughtful
I am honored to link up today at Grace Laced Mondays. Gracelaced.com is one of the few personal blogs that I visit daily and have been doing so for several years. Ruth is my sister (not physically), although I’ve never met her. She offers daily encouragement to me and perhaps she can do the same for you. Visit Grace Laced Mondays to see how Ruth and others experience grace in the everyday. (I hope to make Grace Laced Mondays a regular occurrence here, but it won’t always be this “heavy”…I promise )
Grace is the Umbrella under which I take cover. Grace is the Rock upon which I stand. Grace is the Pillow on which I rest. Grace is my free and unmerited Best. Grace is the All in my all in all. Grace is the I AM in the I am what I am.
How do you find grace in the everyday?