We are at Jesus' disposal. If he wants you to be sick in bed, if he wants you to proclaim His work in the street, if he wants you to clean the toilets all day, that's all right, everything is all right. We must say, "I belong to you. You can do whatever you like." And this ... is our strength, and this is the joy of the Lord.
I awoke to learn that three sicklings took care of themselves during the night. I was so thankful they let me sleep through it. I was also glad that two out of three made it to the toilet to hurl. I was thankful that the third one puked on the bed sheets. It is so much easier to clean bed sheets vs. carpet. Score!!! I never thought I'd be singing Praises of Puke on the Bed Sheets.
Fourth one down tonight. I hope she makes it in the bucket or toilet. Her turn is inevitable; Francesca went to bed with an upset tummy.
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