I have a house-full of sick kids. I’m getting a little bogged down in the day-to-day drudgery of wiping noses, giving medicine, cuddling with sniffling kids (not the cuddling part, but listening to sniffling makes me want to throw up, so it’s really hard on me).
But I am grateful to Heavenly Father for these moments — the times that remind me how truly lucky I am. We might have a lot of these little sicknesses roaming our house, but we don’t have any terminal illnesses or devastating diseases. And maybe we wouldn’t take time to remember and be grateful for our overall good health without these little reminders.
