Have you ever sent a sick kid to school?
I usually reserve this behavior for really desperate moments – like when I am traveling for work or I have more family drama than I can handle. But sometimes, I just lose my stamina. (Are holiday weeks longer and harder, or is it just me?)
My son, Nick, has been fighting a fever all week. I really thought it would go away if I ignored it. And it really wasn’t that bad, so I insisted he go to school.
Let’s just say the visit to the urgent care yesterday won’t put me in the running for Mother of the Year.
Dr: When did the fever start?
Nick: Monday evening.
Dr: Have you been going to school all week?
[Dr. gives me a dirty look and continues talking to Nick, like I’m not in the room.]
Dr: You know, you can’t go to school today. You have a fever!
Of course, I tried to rationalize my actions. He only had a fever in the evenings. He seemed fine before school. It’s only the third week of school. He can’t get behind in 7th grade math or it will ruin his life.
But if I’m really honest, I know that sometimes the pace of my life and the thousand demands on my overstretched brain get in the way of being the mother I want to be. And I realize how easy it is to stumble and fall. Especially when we are running this race so fast.
The Prophet Isaiah squarely answers my dilemma. The question isn’t if I will fall. The question lies in the source of my hope.
Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40: 30-31
Is your hope in the Lord this week? Are you exhausted and weary, relying on your own strength to run the race?