Last day of February
Well, here we are. I feel like throwing a party…last day of February!
One year ago tonight, I was having a long and horrible night just trying to keep my baby alive, literally. The next night, she was in NICU. And this was after a virtually sleepless two weeks prior to that with very ill children.
February has been the worst month of the year for us for a decade now. It has always been horrible. We always get some terrible, month-long illness that wears us completely down. This year, I’ve been bracing myself for February, and after all of the hospital stays and everything else this past year, I just did not know if I had another February in me.
But mercy of mercies, we have had a lovely February. Mild illnesses only.
It has been a quiet time, with lots of time for me to reflect and find answers to my own questions and to make new beginnings in our home.
This month started out with a lot of dread.
It has ended with a reminder of the kindness and mercy of God. One who knows all.
I truly feel like we have been passed over…like the “Devourer has been rebuked” for our sakes this month.
This may all sound very dramatic…but believe me, I needed a miracle this month. My heart was worn. And He knew that. I am watching the clock…one hour left until March.
I feel quiet, blessed, and grateful.
Good-bye, dear, cold February. You’ve taught me a lot every year. Thank you for the gentleness this time around.