Yesterday morning, instead of being her normal sunny self, Wendy was whiny, clingy, and demanding. She didn't want to eat, and didn't drink her milk, and by 9 a.m., she was feverish.
And by the way, my girl? When she gets feverish, she doesn't mess around - her temperatures go straight up to 104 F, do not pass go, do not collect $200.
She's spent the last 24 hours fussing, lethargic, and still. She hasn't eaten or even had much to drink. It peaked around 7 this morning, when she was burning up, shaking, and even ended up vomiting - on me, of course.
Then, suddenly around 9 a.m., God reached down and touched her little sizzling forehead, and the fever left. She was drenched in sweat but cool, and has been eating & drinking pretty much non-stop for the last hour.
It reminded me of that old song, Morning Has Broken, by Cat Stevens. It's such a peaceful, uplifting song, and it reminds me of how God acts in all our lives, to bring light to our own dark worlds.