2.06.2007

Prayer


The other night, I'm pretty sure Nathan said his first real prayer. Hard to say, I guess. He's blessed our meals a number of times, ("Thank you, Jesus. Amen"), but I'm not going to count that, because he's not so much interested in praying as in having the shortest prelude possible before diving into the grub. Our mealtime ritual is one of my favorite things about our family, but sometimes somebody is absolutely ravenous and would rather just say a quick prayer before getting to the food. And usually that somebody is Nathan.
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But the other night, Nathan definitely actually prayed.
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It was a night to teach us all to pray. Everybody was sick--draggy and lethargic and stuffy and coughing. Nathan and September napped most of the day, and Andy and I had such sweet, wonderful, precious time with Isaiah.
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When we were ready to crash out for the night, though, Nathan woke up, bright-eyed and ready to face the day, rather oblivious to the fact that it was pitch black outside, and we were all ready to sleep. We let him cuddle up with us, admonished him sternly not to squirm to much, and hoped for the best.
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Suddenly, September sat bolt upright, and began to bark, gasping frantically between the wrenching coughs.
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Nathan giggled. "Funny sound!"
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Andy gently told him that it wasn't funny, Tembo was very sick.
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We turned on the shower, and sat with Tembo in the steam. She improved immediately, but the second we would try taking her out of the steamy bathroom, she would begin to bark and gasp again. So Andy moved the cabinet out of the bathroom, and squeezed the papazan in, and we all cuddled up and read together.
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And we prayed. Oh, how we prayed.
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"God. Lord Jesus, the Timmo. Amen."
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Through the whole ordeal, Nathan was quietly alert, earnest, and compassionate. As we brainstormed about how we could get the air in the rest of the house moist enough to go back to bed and get some sleep, our little helper suggested a pot of water on the stove. Which is exactly what we did. I've always wondered why Anne-with-an-E told Diana to boil water when the baby had croup... now I know.
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She was okay. Eventually we were able to go back to sleep, even.
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She's okay. My baby's okay.
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And somehow, terrifying as it was, that's one of those days I want to frame and treasure for the rest of my life.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Croup is scary, isn't it?! I'm so glad I remembered what to do the first time one of mine got it. Thank goodness for moms and for Anne of Green Gables!

You did well!

Love,
Sylvia Biggs

Christa said...

Oh, I hope everyone feels better. It's so scary when little ones are sick. What a great post though about prayer, it's amazing how experiences like that can be like glue.