Lately it seems like there’s been a multitude of colds, sickness, flus, etc…going around. Unfortunately, my house has not been an exception to this pandemic. It hit us hard and it feels like it’s taking forever to recover.
Having switched over to all natural remedies and essential oils over 2 years ago, we’ve been very blessed to experience little illness. Nothing to write home about. That is, until this past month…
I blame it on the kid at the Bounce Place. I saw him running around…snot pouring down his nose as he ran from bounce house to bounce house. My eyes didn’t miss a thing when he wiped it off with his hand and spread it all over the room. My kids…time to go. Wash your hands. Don’t touch your face. Let’s just go. We can burn our clothes when we get home.
Please, tell me you’ve been there.
It came a week later. My 2 year old’s nose began to run. The next few days were spent snuggling in the rocking chair while we read through book after book…after book. After book… (you get the idea) I finally resorted to letting them watch cartoons. Mama needs her sanity, after all. Then my 4 year old, Liberty, began to show the same symptoms, just as my 2 year old, Grady, was beginning to feel better. Now, where Grady is perfectly happy to sit and snuggle with Mommy, Liberty is my drama queen. A small scrape on her foot and you’d think her leg had just been amputated due to a gangrene infection. She is quite the pitiful kid when she’s sick. And since we’re all about sharing in our little family, Liberty decided to share this junk back with Grady and now, after 10 days, Mommy is starting to feel the germs too.
I told my husband straightup, “You are not allowed to get sick.” And he listened. Thank you Lord.
After about 2 weeks, I almost felt like we were over it. It was Easter weekend and I hadn’t seen the sunlight for 17 days, so I asked Noah to take me shopping so I could find the missing piece to my Easter outfit. He obliged and although I was tired and worn out, it felt so good to fix my hair and put actual clothes on. Don’t get me wrong, pajamas are awesome. But clothes…like…an actual outfit with a necklace and matching shoes. That’s when you start to feel real again.
Sunday night I realized my cold had turned into a sinus infection. Hoo-ray. I’m no stranger to sinus infections and knew what needed to be done and let me just say that Melrose is a pretty awesome blend of oils and you should put it on your order for next month. It was an absolute lifesaver. I like to apply it topically on my forehead, T-zone and temples, which is generally where a sinus headache will be felt. Take note…it will dry your skin out. If you’re not lazy like me, you could use some coconut oil to dilute it.
After having gotten rid of that..the kids and I were doing pretty well for a week or so. We took them geocaching at a local state park and they had an absolute blast. It felt so good to get some sunshine and fresh air, but…the runny noses were back. Ugh. Really?? We’ve kept to ourselves for the past month, trying to venture out only to church or when absolutely necessary. The walls have definitely felt like they’re closing in from time to time.
Yesterday, I had planned to attend a little housewarming party for a friend. Since it was an hour drive and I’d be getting home late, I thought I’d take advantage of the kids napping and take a little nap myself. I woke up an hour later with a fever and body aches. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere…
After a few hours I told my husband he might have to take me to the Emergency Room. I’ve never felt so bad that going to the ER was a possibility. I’m an ‘avoid doctors if at all possible’ kind of girl. I’m also a ‘we don’t have insurance’ kind of girl. But my body felt horrible and I was actually starting to feel scared. Every movement was painful and there was no position I could find that would give me relief.
I called my dad and told him what was going on and asked him to pray for me. After that I just waited for the healing to manifest. I laid on the couch with a cool washcloth pressed tightly against my forehead and temples and I just breathed scriptures and songs from memory. To a passerby I probably sounded like a crazy person muttering to themselves, “…by His stripes I am healed” over and over again.
A few hours later and I woke up with most of the pain gone. It was absolutely amazing. I moved to the bed and slept through the night with mild discomfort and although I’m not completely better today…I can honestly look back last night and say that the Lord touched my body when I most desperately needed Him.
It has been a long, difficult month of sickness and I have no solid answer for it. We try to take care of our bodies and eat foods we know to be good, but we also know that there is a warfare raging that is not flesh and blood, but spiritual. I have no other way to explain it other than viewing it as an opportunity to lean on the Lord. It’s so easy to think we have the answers and tools for everything, but the truth is – God is the true healer. I’m thankful for that.
I also want to say that I am so very grateful for my husband. He has been so patient and kind throughout this entire mess. He has done the grocery shopping, made dinner, brought me food, cleaned up the kitchen, and not once complained about the extra burdens I’ve placed on him during this time. He has been absolutely remarkable and I’ve fallen in love with him all over again for having taken everything upon himself without a second thought. Ladies, if you have a good man…thank the Lord for him and tell him every day how much you appreciate him. Build him up every chance you get.