My sweet 3 year old is struggling with seasonal allergies. Gross Alert: Everytime he sneezes he shoots snot down to his chin and little tears roll down his cheeks, not because he is crying about these impressive snot rockets but because they are just so watery. Poor guy. This morning we were all snuggling in bed and everyone was coughing and sneezing and sniffling and Christopher sighs, “Mommy, we are allergies….all of us are allergies.”
And although he is correct, we are so much more than that aren’t we? We are sisters and brothers, sons and daughters, mommas and daddies. We are hopefully, at least on a good day, helpers, encouragers, hardworkers but goodness, some days I just feel like my issues. Some days I feel like an allergy. When my kids have days like this, I try to remind them of their blessings. I know it’s so sad that I can’t get that cup of water this instant because, heaven forbid, I am going to the bathroom, but look at this nice house we have with the clean water that comes out of our faucets. Life is not so bad kid. This never works on them and most times it doesn’t work for me either. I usually can’t intellectually talk my way out of a self pity spiral but when I try I think about this.
It’s not who you are, but whose you are that counts. -Joel Osteen
There will be days when the snot hits the window in the car when you sneeze (seriously) and the tears roll down your cheeks, but even on your worst day, you are loved by a Big God who loves you just like you are His kid. You are not an allergy you are a son or daughter of the King. Mind Blown…..not to be confused with Nose Blown.