a miracle cure

After church, we rushed to downtown Birmingham to a birthday party at the McWane Center. I got lost trying to find the way into the parking deck and we missed the first part of the rocket demonstration, which I couldn't feel more terrible about. Luckily, one of the kids recorded it on an iPad and showed it to Dennis while he enjoyed his cake. After the party, we rushed through the extremely crowded museum as I tried to let Dennis experience as much of it as he could before we had to head south. He enjoyed many exhibits and the gift shop before we rushed back to town in time for my bible study. He was quiet and tired and didn't complain about his short time in the museum, though I did promise him we would go again soon and spend more time there.

David met me at church and took Dennis home, and when I arrived after the study, David had cooked a spaghetti dinner for us. Dennis didn't feel like eating (very unusual), and was lying on the couch looking glazed and pitiful. Later, he fell asleep in his bed while holding his cup of water. We found him that way before any spill occurred, thank goodness! He felt feverish to us, so we woke him up and medicated him and brought him to bed with us where he soon started a dreadful cough. He coughed on and off for the next hour, trying to sleep between coughs, and we gave him cough medicine when it got so bad he was nearly choking and gagging with each spell. He had tears in his eyes but didn't really complain, poor fellow, and I held him and tried to prop him up to see if that would help. I prayed quietly and earnestly and when he asked me to pray for him out loud, I did so. That's when the cough stopped. It might have been the medicine or the water or the Coca-cola, sure, but Dennis and I know that the prayer was what ended his misery. He's been sleeping peacefully for two hours, cough-free, and we have Jesus to thank for that. How much more sickness will my little man have to endure? It's almost enough to make me want to keep him home for a month (and myself as well) so that he can fully recover, not that it's an option we can feasibly consider. Prayer and diligent housecleaning and hand washing are the routes I'm going to keep pursuing. And lots of rest for him when he can get it and will do it!