woah – what a week. period.
packed days, and nights.
bustling with activity after activity, work/play all day.
i was on the way home in the car on the 3rd day of the week; with the sis when mum told us that the brother had fever of 38.8 degrees. and sorethroat. and runny nose. what a combination to have in times like these.
exhaustion had slowly but stealthily crept in, unbeknownst to me and i felt the weight of the news press heavily on my shoulders.
to picture my brother sick, tired, listless and speechless in a constant horizontal position was unsettling to me. he is one who lives (i mean loves) to talk. and i mean TALK. if he could, he would find a way to talk in his sleep.
and so i began to pray. in Your language. in THE language that transcends all barriers. THE LANGUAGE THAT BREAKS DOWN WALLS. oh how i find my rest in YOU.
there was such a peace, a calm that washed over me. a stillness that remained. at that moment i knew that everything would be okay. despite the bad report the doctor had given, despite the symptoms that so glaringly stared at you in your face, i knew. behold the LAMB.
i partook the Holy Communinion and reminded myself that no plague shall come near my dwelling. anointing him with oil, i laid my hands on him and prayed. a prayer of thanksgiving. that the life of Christ dispels every inch of darkness. that the death of Christ bore every ounce of pain.
the fever broke. almost instantly and 2 days later, his health was 100% restored, albeit 3 kg lighter.
You are faithful Lord Jesus, so beautiful. oh how you are SECOND TO NONE.
xoxo daddy’s beloved :)