On Mother's Day this year, we were on vacation in Monterey. I was loving the family adventures, the sound of the ocean crashing on the beach, and the break from our regular routine. Then, about an hour after we'd gotten up, it became apparent that Baby D had contracted a stomach virus. Ugh.
I wanted to run and hide from the germs and soiled laundry I now needed to wash. And I was certain that in our vacation rooms with no way to isolate D from everyone else, the virus would spread like a wildfire through the family.
But as I gritted my teeth and got started on cleanup (and really, Jon did most of it himself), the Lord showed me just how much I had to be thankful for.Read More