Day 13: Prayer
After a day of following your child back and forth from the bathroom to the bed, any and all efforts are made to not have to repeat the itinerary over the next few days with all your other children. Today, as I washed laundry and wiped down surfaces with bleach, I added a lot of prayer. I asked others to pray. I pleaded with God to protect the rest of us from this yucky little bug.
Then my husband came down with it.
God was faithful in answering my prayers…none of the other kids have caught the illness…(yet). And I start to wonder, “Did I leave him out of my requests to God for health?” And in this question, I’m somehow trying to understand and make sense of why he got sick. Perhaps, God’s answer to my prayer isn’t at all dependent on if I get my request right. I don’t think He answers only according to the exact words I use. I think He answers the way He does for reasons I just don’t understand. And I’ve got to learn to be okay with that. I have to learn to trust.
So I added prayer. And I will keep adding prayers…and Lysol.
“But as for me, my prayer is to you, O Lord. At an acceptable time, O God, in the abundance of your steadfast love answer me in your saving faithfulness.”
Day 14: Lysol
You thought I was joking… I added so much Lysol to the bathroom, bedroom, and kitchen today, that I think my lungs are disinfected. As I add to Lent, the whole point is to remind me of all I have gained because of all that Jesus gave on the cross. This deep burning feeling in my chest, while caused by inhaling potent and probably harmful chemical vapors, reminds me of the deep spiritual cleansing I receive through Jesus.
It is His death on the cross that wipes away my sins and purifies my every inch of being. This doesn’t mean that I am perfect. I daily bring my germy, nasty self to the foot of the cross and He covers me in the Lysol-like grace of His forgiveness. When God looks at me, He sees Jesus in my place. It’s completely undeserved, but He sees someone who was perfect and spotless…in my place! This free gift was given to me on the cross as Jesus willfully took on all that my sickness of depravity deserves. Each day, His death works it’s wonders, canceling out my sin and shame, making me clean and new. Unlike Lysol, His blood kills 100% of my grime, there is not 1/100th of a sin that His sacrifice doesn’t cover.
What freedom! What health! What grace! What a way to live!
“Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean;
wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.”