There is no sugar coating it or trying to say it in a way that wouldn’t make it seem negative. The truth is that, a few days ago, I almost lost my son, but God showed up! I have a zillion to be thankful for. I realise all the deposits the Holy Spirit led me to make continuously on a daily basis in the spirit realm were available for quick withdrawal when the enemy launched.
Rotavirus? I never heard of it until the tests came back. My bubbling, very energised soldier, as I call him at times, who is looking forward to celebrating his 4th birthday less than two months away, became unrecognisable in the face of an attack called rotavirus.
Less than 24 hours after he and his big sister returned from their 3 weeks vacation, what we thought was a fever quickly skyrocketed into severe diarrhea and oral rehydration solution, ORS, couldn’t fix the rapid dehydration. When he started to lose consciousness, we ran to the hospital and thank God we came. Thank God it was a Sunday and the roads were free of traffic. Three nights later, my boy is still on drips but he is fine. Thank You, Jesus.
After hearing the diarrhea was caused by rotavirus and it wasn’t a bacteria, I went on Google to read about it and I am still so thankful. This definitely wasn’t dysentery my daughter suffered a couple of years back that we were able to manage with ORS and zinc tablets. This was something worse and I cannot be thankful enough to God for sparing us from such pain.
Though I had faith, I couldn’t pray in the middle of the debacle that preceded us and accompanied us to the hospital. I kept slapping my boy across the face to get a reaction from him. Thank God for His Words, which I could remind Him of, about everything He spoke concerning my young. Even while yelling at my husband to concentrate on the road and stop looking back else all four of us landed in the emergency room instead of one, I threw God’s words back at Him as the enemy tried to show me disastrous visions, as God’s Spirit reminded me of those scriptures. And even as weak as he was, I made my boy repeat the paraphrases after me.
Hmm. I had said I enjoyed my peace and quiet for three weeks without them True. And in no time of being back, we were back to our normal tugs of war between mummy and children. True again. But as his strength returned, with it, his constant ‘beautiful, peaceful and harmless acts of terrorising’ us, even from a hospital bed and limited motion due to drips’ I am happy. Terrorise me and your sister and your daddy all you want. I won’t get mad anymore, by the grace of God.
Isaiah 65: 20 and 23 says “Never again will there be in it an infant who lives but a few days, or an old man who does not live out his years; the one who dies at a hundred will be thought a mere child; the one who fails to reach a hundred will be considered accursed.
They will not labor in vain, nor will they bear children doomed to misfortune; for they will be a people blessed by the Lord, they and their descendants with them.