I wondered when it was going to hit. I have been off work for about 8 weeks now and haven't had any inclination to really clean. Oh, I vacuum and dust but haven't got into the corners with a knitting needle or moved all the books out of the book shelves and cleaned every book and then remove all the shelves and clean under them. Or clean and then polish all the leather chairs or the window etc. I did that today. Out of no where it hit me.
When I was taking out all the books I came across some old photos of my boys when they were little. Guy, my second boy, was terribly ill as a baby. He was given an injection and suffered cardiac and respiratory arrest and was clinically dead for 50 mins. It was all so painful. When they revived him he was on a respirator and all the needles and tubes seemed to be in his head. After a week we agreed to turn of all the life supports. How I prayed and held onto my faith that he wouldn't die. We had him baptised in hospital and the priest said that the church doesn't baptise for death but for life.
And he survived, but was unconscious for another three weeks. An older nurse told me that she had noticed that he seemed to know I was there. So, for 24 hrs straight I sat beside him and sang songs and told him stories and he awoke. This old photo is marked and a bit dirty but this is when God gave me a special blessing.