One evening I am sitting on the couch enduring the relentless nausea for the 6th week in a row. I hear that sweet Abigail is suffering as no two year old should. I suddenly break into a passionate & mournful rendition of the old hymn “This world, this world, is not my home!”
The children are stunned; they stop playing and gaze at me sorrowfully. They are probably wondering is this finally the end of our mother as we know her?
Sabra says, “Mom, you don’t want to be here?”
“Oh honey, there are many nice things about planet earth that I am thankful for, but heaven is so much better. It is perfect. People don’t get sick and evil does not exist.”
Understanding dawns and they go on playing.
Abigail & her Daddy
Aww…Singing with you “This World,This World is not my home”!! Wishing I could somehow ease her pain and mommy and Daddy’s too!!
Oh, my dear, this too shall pass….
She is just beautiful!
Poor sweet little one:( My heart just breaks over all of these sick children. Definitely makes me want to hold mine tighter. I thank God everyday for the blessings in my life.
my heart breaks.
awwww… *sniff* thanks for thinking of us! hope your feeling better SOON!!!
You are awesome! I do stuff like that…my kids look at me like I am crazy…and then continue on their way.