I am going on day 3 of being home with two sick boys. Oscar started preschool this week and immediately brought home a nasty cold. Thankfully, the fevers are starting to break and we are dealing with the residual coughs and such. But being home without that feeling of “I should be out doing something” has actually been really great for me.
This morning I am listening to one of my favorite songs and finding so much encouragement there. It’s called Beautiful Things by Gungor and it gets more inspiring every single time I hear it. In fact, I don’t know why I don’t start each day listening to this song. Yes, it’s that good.
So my point. Well, it’s this. Each day is a fresh start. Each morning is new and there has never been, nor will there ever be another morning like it.
All around
Hope is springing up from this old ground
Out of chaos life is being found in You
As I watch sickness cycle in and out of my children, it’s impossible not to see the metaphor of my own life. My issues or whatever you want to call them cycle in and out of my life like a virus. In the thick of it I feel like I will never be well again, but inevitably the fever breaks and I once again remember what healthy feels like.
Sometimes, there isn’t much more to learn than that. Things happen. Sometimes we get sick and then we get better. But each day we start over with a clean slate. We can give our dust to God and let him make something beautiful.
