This past week our daughter, Kristen, was hospitalized for a severe case of hand, foot, and mouth disease. In the days to come I will be writing about our hospital stay and finding grace in the midst of suffering, but today I want to share with you what it means to be home.
The sun peeks through our bedroom windows. Jeff rolls over and gives me a sleepy hug, “We missed you both so much. I’m so glad you’re home.” He kisses my cheek and we hold each other for a moment before Jack opens the door and hops in between us to snuggle.
While we were at the hospital last week, my heart weighed heavy with the suffering our daughter was enduring. As I watched her little body blister from head to toe and listened to her cries of pain and exhaustion, I prayed the Lord would heal her. As time went on and the virus continued to spread, Kristen slept less and less. One night, after trying to settle in to sleep for 5 hours with no success, I wondered how she was ever going to heal. I looked at her nurse and said, “if she’s not sleeping she’s not healing.” The nurse agreed.
I woke up the next morning and in my heart I knew Kristen wouldn’t heal fully until she returned home.
Her team of doctors came in that morning (the third of her hospital stay) and I told them, “I think she’s homesick.” Being the amazing folks they are, they looked at me and said, “we trust you, mom. If you think she needs to go home to fully recover, we believe you.”
So that day we made it our focus to ensure she could hydrate and manage her pain without an IV. And she did so beautifully. It was as though she knew what she had to do in order to go home. Later that afternoon, after three days of close observation, countless visits from doctors, specialists, and nurses, and intravenous fluids and pain meds, her team felt comfortable discharging her and we headed home.
Kristen slept 15 hours that night in the comfort of her own bed. And the healing that took place overnight was truly miraculous.
As we embark on our seventh move in six years next week, I realize home is where my family is. More than that, home is my family and the love that we share when we are together. And no matter where we go, together we will make each house our home.
“For this reason I kneel before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name. I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” (Eph 3: 14 -19)
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