But God.

It’s Friday evening. My husband is out of town. I’m solo parenting. I feel dizzy all day but push it aside.

It’s now 12 am Saturday and my youngest is awake. He’s crying uncontrollably. I try everything in my Mommy tool box to comfort and soothe him. Nothing works. He gets sick all over himself and the bed. I’m now stripping sheets, cleaning a toddler, dressing him, and changing his sheets at 3 am. THREE AM. We both get back to sleeping around 4 am.

It’s later that Saturday morning and I feel terrible. I have chills, my body aches and my head hurts. I still have to “Mommy” though so I try to just push through it.

Here’s where I made the mistake. I stopped listening to my body.

I took a COVID test and sure enough, positive results. Situations like this force me take inventory of my life. The mentally unwell me would’ve never been able to get through all that without some unhealthy coping mechanisms. So I thank the Lord for healing. Naturally I question Him saying of all the times for me to get COVID is when my husband isn’t home. But I heard in a sermon that just because I don’t understand the work of God’s hands doesn’t mean I shouldn’t trust His heart.

So when things seem so impossible, something as minor as COVID or as major as something you’ve gone through, we must remember the Lord’s heart for His children. He tells us so in Jeremiah 29:11. One of my favorite scriptures. He loves us unconditionally and only wants the best for us. Even when He allows things we don’t understand to happen. We trust Him anyway.

His track record is pretty darn good.

“For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.”

‭‭Jeremiah‬ ‭29‬:‭11‬ ‭NLT‬‬