Last week was one that I wouldn't have wished on my worst enemy. It all started out as a normal day when my washing machine decided to die. At first I couldn't decide if I should have it repaired or get a new one. We had enough clothes for the next few days or so I thought. It was two days after that, that poor Jessa woke up with the poor stomach flu; you know the one that isn't just one day or two days but the dreaded 72 hour flu? That's what that poor girl had and it was bad.
I was going to sum up that as my story but then I realized that I forgot to mention the best part! Jonathan decided during this stomach flu fiasco that he should change our toilet... and so he set off one day on doing just that. Can you imagine being without a toilet when there is stomach flu in your house?? There seems to be a trend developing of worst timing ever here... as Jonathan now had changed our dishwasher in my last hours of labour, and then changed a toilet with the stomach flu going on... I am curious to see what he will change next.
Anyways, when it finally ended I expected to have my sassy girl back but instead I was faced with a little girl who complained that her legs hurt and she would just lay down on the floor because she just didn't have the energy to get up and move. It was devastating to watch her feel so sick and I just didn't know what to do. So I went to Google of course and started to look up what I should do or if it was now time to let the big guys deal with it and take her into the hospital.
I came to learn that weak legs with pain after a stomach flu are usually from dehydration and so I started to pump her with fluids. I gave her sippy cup after sippy cup of juice and constantly asked her to keep drinking and drinking. It was during these last days that Jonathan had the missionaries come over to help bring in our new washing machine. So I decided to jump in on that opportunity and ask the Elders to give big girl a blessing. It was an amazing blessing given because there were phrases uttered in her blessing that this missionary would have had no clue about unless they were given directly from a loving Heavenly Father who truly was aware of his precious child.
Jessa was given a blessing that told her she had a sweet heart and advised her to recognize that she had an important role as a big sister who had younger sisters watching. That the choices she made and the habits she developed would be ones her little sister would have as well and that her example would help her sisters one day return to Heavenly Father. It was amazing to feel and hear those words from someone who knew Jessa but not that we had been focusing on kindness or being peacemakers. It amazes me each time the opportunity comes to be in direct communication with God how real He is and how much He knows us. I am so grateful for the priesthood that allows us to access intimate knowledge that can be shared as we turn to Him.
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