|gorgeous print via Peas in our pod via pinterest (and I referenced this quote before here)|
There are some things I can count on happening.
I can count on buying a big fall mum at Costco every year, promising myself this will be the year that I take care of it and water it and replant it before it dies a slow, painful death (and sadly I can count on that death coming to pass).
I can count on my lack of self-control every time I make any sort of homemade bread product be it rolls or muffins or loaves.
I can count on my kids being thrilled at the prospects of a trip to the park or the library every.single.time.
I can count on (re)learning some life lessons over and over again.
This time the lesson is that we have to slow down.
The husband is in the hospital. He went in on Monday night. The big kids had each had a little one-day-throw-up over the past couple of weeks, so I tried to play it off as that throughout the day. But I could see that we were headed down the same path we were on almost two years ago right before I had the muffin. The fever and chills, the inability to keep anything down, the tingling face and hands and toes seemed like deja-vous. We headed to the ER and the doctor barely came in before sharing the news that the husband would be admitted. Another sepsis diagnosis, a myriad of tests to try to determine the cause, but we're feeling lucky he's not nearly as sick as he was two years ago and I'm not 8 1/2 months pregnant like I was then. He's steadily improving with IV fluid and antibiotics and we're hoping he'll be home soon.
This time I think the lesson on slowing down is for the husband, although it's a good reminder for me, too. He's been working like a crazy person. Seventy+ hour weeks are becoming the norm with big projects rolling out and over a year of work finally coming together. It's been stressful. After a long weekend of working, the husband came home without his computer Sunday night (I think I can count on one hand the number of times that's happened in the past). His phone was almost dead, but it didn't matter because he was planning to be at work by 5:30 Monday. When his alarm went off at 4:30 the aches and fever started and he realized he wouldn't be going anywhere. His phone died shortly into Monday morning and he's been disconnected from work in a way that he hasn't been, well, dare I say ever? And even more than the antibiotics and the fluids and the zofran and the tylenol, I think it's been just what the doctor ordered.
I don't think it was a coincidence that Monday night's scripture reading before we went to the hospital included the verse,
"And see that all these things are done in wisdom and order; for it is not requisite that a man should run faster than he has strength. And again, it is expedient that he should be diligent, that thereby he might win the prize; therefore, all things must be done in order." (underlining and bold added by me)
I'm hoping we're at the point of lesson learned and he can come home and cuddle our kids without the fear of them bumping his iv and talk with me before we fall asleep and go on bike rides and read stories and navigate the work/life balance once again. The husband is full of goodness. He is a hard worker. He is (in the words of my 4-year-old) my best partner.
Tonight I'm grateful for the reminder to slow down- to focus on the truly significant- the things that matter most.
Take a few minutes today to slow down. Errands will wait. Lists aren't going anywhere. Focus on the things that matter most.