My daughter has been sick. Another victim of VBS Stomach Bug 2014.
The other night, I had told her to yell for me if she feels yucky or throws up and I’d come help her. A couple of hours later, I heard her fussing, and listened. The saddest voice ever cried, “Mommy! I fwoed up! I fwoed up!” I ran down the hallway and into her room. She was covered in it – in her hair, on her face, on her hands, on her pajamas, on her sheets, on her pillow. My husband and I started the tub, took the sheets off her bed, and gave her a bath. As I was tucking her clean, sweet little self back into a freshly made bed, brushing back her damp hair with my fingers, kissing her face, and telling her Mommy is right across the hall and she can yell for me if she needs me… all of the sudden, I was just heartbroken thinking about another little girl, thinking about hundreds of thousands of little girls and little boys who don’t have a mommy (or daddy, or grandma, or aunt, or someone) to clean them up when they’re sick, put a sippy cup of water next to the bed in case they get thirsty, whisper a prayer over their little bodies, and tuck them back into bed with kisses and reassurance that Mommy is right across the hall.
The world is so broken! The problem feels so big that it’s paralyzing, and easier to just look away. Someday, when we get to Heaven, their sweet little tears will be wiped away.
And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away. Revelation 21:4
In the meantime, we have to do something. We can’t solve it – it’s too broken. But can’t turn away. We have to do something.
Then the King will say to those on His right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world.
For I was hungry
and you gave Me something to eat;
I was thirsty
and you gave Me something to drink;
I was a stranger and you took Me in;
I was naked and you clothed Me;
I was sick and you took care of Me;
I was in prison and you visited Me.’
Then the righteous will answer Him, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry and feed You, or thirsty and give You something to drink? When did we see You a stranger and take You in, or without clothes and clothe You? When did we see You sick, or in prison, and visit You?’
And the King will answer them, ‘I assure you: Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of Mine, you did for Me.’
Pure and undefiled religion before our God and Father is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself unstained by the world. James 1:27