Pinkeye....MIA???

The kids I watch during the week came down with pinkeye this past week, and I had no idea until my son started exibiting signs of the nasty virus himself. Long story short, and one phone call later, I figured out the mom forgot to call and let me know, and my son had been playing with another little boy all afternoon. Those two combined made one very unhappy mama. Needless to say the other mama wasn't too happy herself.
I love my child. BUT I HATE SICK KIDS. Not the kids persey, but the sickness. I have never been around so much sickness in my whole life!! Everyone here is sick with some sort of nasty something that requires antibiotics or whatever, and it's driving me insane!! I'm constantly walking around with lysol in one hand, and hand sanitizer in the other. I'm now known as a germ-a-phobe and might be considered by some as an obsessive-compulsive hand washer.
(insert drama queen here)
But I didn't ask to be this way....I've been forced to become a prisoner in my world of germs. My only friends are lysol, hand sanitizer, and a lot of calcium (immune system booster). (insert melodramatic here) Okay, okay...maybe I'm not that bad. BUT I'm still surrounded by gross germs all day. *sigh* Welcome to the world of having kids. The thing is though...it's not my kid getting sick all on his own. It's other kids infecting his poor little boy immune system!!

Okay, I'll get off my soap box, and share this really cool story with you.

I found out Gabe had pinkeye on Saturday afternoon, and by the time I put him to bed that night his poor little eye was just swollen and weepy and all that yucky stuff that goes along with the virus....not to mention his other eye was emmitting similar characteristics. And as any mom is, I felt compelled to pray for my little one. I know that it's just a silly virus, but it's highly contagious, and I didn't want the other little boy getting it, or either one of us for that matter.

And so I prayed that the Lord would touch his eye even as I was praying, and that He would heal his eye so that the next morning, his eye would be pinkeye free. I prayed that he would infect no one else, and that the Lord's glory would be manifested through this miraculous healing. And I felt such peace. Now, I'm a worrier by nature, and normally would have been worrying about the other little boy getting it, my husband and I getting it and the list goes on and on...but that night was different. I was at peace that the Lord had truly heard and answered my prayer. And I was confident. So much so that when my hubs came down the stairs, I said to him, "our son has been healed of pinkeye." Okay....actually it was more like "um...." (repeat about 4 times until husband is frustrated) "our son has been healed of pinkeye" (really embarrassed look on face....barganing with the Lord to come through so I don't look like an idiot). And you know what he said? "Good." What faith.

The next morning, with the answered prayer in the back of my mind, I open up my sons door to get him from his crib. The Lord's Day. Sunday. And you know what? His eye was still a little swollen from the day before, but praise and glory be to God that his eye has been healed!!!! No weeping or anything, and this morning it looked even better.

God is good, and it means the world to me that He chose to answer some silly, paranoid mothers prayer in such a profound, miraculous way. It means a lot to me. And wouldn't you know.....my mind is trying to come up with all these ways that it might have healed on it's own? Maybe it wasn't pinkeye. Maybe it's not really gone, and it's just taking it's time getting worse. Maybe it's just a coincidence. Are there ever coincidences when you pray? I don't think so. This was an answer to prayer from a God who cares about little things like my sons pinkeye. He didn't cure cancer, or miraculously save a life. But He showed his power very real to me through this instance.

And I give him full credit.