On a Sunday.
A friend called this afternoon and told me that she didn’t really notice that I wasn’t there.
David’s been sick since Friday afternoon with a fever and congestion; some variance of the mess that’s going around this county like crazy. I’m not sure whether it’s H1N1 or a virus or a cold or what – but he’s sick. Last night he woke me up around 3:00 AM with crazy jibberish and tears and cold sweats. It scared me; I had read up on H1N1 last night just to be sure I knew what to look for – just in case – and they made mention of possible neurological issues along with the respiratory challenges of this illness to children.
At that point, I knew I would stay with him, although I had already made plans for somebody else to cover for me this morning so that I could lead worship while David stayed home. I changed my mind.
I called some key folks at 6:00 AM to let them know that adjustments would have to be made.
They adjusted, I stayed home and watched David sleep until noon and was at complete peace with my decision.
The more I let go, the more I learn. Life goes on without me.
Church goes on without me.
There are days when I appreciate that. Today was one, when my son was snuggled against me, sleeping off his illness and feeling safe.