in a different era . . . or part of the world
Written by Mary Beth   
Saturday, February 06, 2010
A thought crossed my mind.  If my family was living in an era gone by or in a different part of the world today this past week would have been scary.

We have a warm home, a humidifier, fresh water, and healthy food.  All of those things, by God's grace, have aided in our fight with fevers and coughs.

I've pretty much been in bed since Tuesday.  Our three year old (Baby Blue) has spent much of her time next to me.  The others have done pretty well and thankfully Tex (or Frodo Gandalf as Jill likes to call him) has been a trooper (recently being the recipient of a humidified room . . . he made it to almost a year old before getting something this nasty).

When I think back at this week I am thankful to God for the day and age we live in and our location.  I think about "Pride and Prejudice"-type-times and how this would have been so frightening and quite possibly a week of mourning as I'm not sure how a family with 5 small children in the home (or their mother struggling with her asthma in the midst of her own illness) would have managed to keep them all from being at death's door.  Same as in other parts of our present day world.  Places where no clean water is even available much less food or the know-how to nurse an illness.

I am humbled.

-it's blahg! mb
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and what exactly do you have to complain about?
Written by Mary Beth   
Thursday, February 04, 2010
We are very sick in our home right now.  This is the sickest we have been in a couple of years.  We are talking fevers and a yucky cough.  I'm also struggling with my asthma at the moment.  Not sure if it has to do with this illness or allergies.  Nevertheless I am hoping it passes quickly.  Breathing is a treat.

Our eldest made some very poor choices last week and will be having to reap the consequences for his actions for a long time to come.  It was hard to hear the bad news from his foster mom.  I pray he learns from this experience and that the Lord will grab hold of his heart.  I pray the Lord will heal Big B.  It breaks my heart and it's hard for this mama to not have all of her little chickies under her direct care.  I trust God and His goodness.

With that said, I have nothing to complain about.  Nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  Absolutely nothing.

A friend of mine recently said that she has no compassion for complaining in her home right now.  When her kids start to complain she asks them:  Are your parents buried under rubble in Haiti?  Did someone try to drown you today?  Did your appendix burst and now you have to be in the hospital due to septic shock and infection throughout your body?

I showed my kids some of these pictures of starving children tonight.  (Note: some are very graphic and may not be deemed appropriate for young children.)

Nothing.  I have nothing to complain about.

- it's blahg! MB

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