Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Call Home!

The last week or so at Raise Them Up has looked for all the world like a page out of my son's book Cars and Trucks and Things That Go! by Richard Scarry. Don't you love that book? Every page is cluttered with crazy, funny and catastrophic events...all going on at the same time. And on every page, you HAVE to find Little Gold Bug.

That is SO us.

Mr. Scarry could write a new book: Richard Scarry's Raise Them Up! Only instead of looking for Gold Bug on each page, people could search through all our chaos and help us find what is giving my own Little Gold Bug allergic reactions.

We are still looking, and so far I've come up with nothing. But I'm determined to root it out, because he is still having "swelling up" spells that are, frankly, scary. (No pun intended)

Today, I'm beginning a journal of his every move. Nothing like setting reasonable goals. That should be a breeze with a four year-old-boy.

Besides cleaning, sorting and examining the ENTIRE house, I'm also trying to get his room changed over from baby to preschooler (you can read about my Sad Happy Day here.) . Not that he is sleeping in his own room. I have him camped out next to my bed so I can sleep with one eye on him.

Anyway, friends, this has been a long week, and it's only. . .Wednesday? How can that be?

During a low point, yesterday, I called my mom. At twelve hours away, she can do little but listen and pray. But she's still my mom, and my "go to" person when I get discouraged.

Calling home for me is more than just touching base. It's connecting, and tapping into a well of love and support when my own reserves are dry. Mom's are great!

That's why something Barbara Johnson wrote touched something deep inside. She wrote:

You are a child of God--
Call home.

The Father has loved us so much that we are called children of God.
1John 3:1
I really need to soak that in all over again.

God is always waiting, always ready, always loving--and always waiting for my call.

I still have lots on my list to do, but I needed to stop and call Home. And blog. They're right up there together on my list of priorities. :)

I'm tired and spent, and I need His strength, wisdom, patience to lug my bones back into our page from Mr. Scarry's book.


Calling Home (often) is what's Working For Me, today. Blogging doesn't hurt, either. You all have been a super encouragement, and I can't thank you enough!

2 comments:

Kirby3131 said...

My husband had a liver transplant 3 years ago and I know that I called my own mother a lot during that year of pre-transplant and post-transplant. I just needed her voice. Sometimes I think that's what got me through the whole ordeal.

My greatest tip is about Vitamin E
Have a great day!
Kristin

Cheryl said...

It is so hard to watch our children go through illnesses and not be able to figure it out. One of our sons suffered with severe eczema for 10 years, now he's a teen with acne! I will be praying for your little guy and I am glad your Mom was able to give you comfort.

Oh, how I loved the Richard Scarry books when I was younger. I love your blog you always remind me of the yester years!