Maybe there is a demon under this rock
Yet another day of school stunted by sick kids.
This time, it’s Fiala — who has been mildly ill since Friday, likely with a virus which led to tons of congestion, likely made worse by the fact that she had RSV in February. With the assistance of saline drops, I have been using the bulb syringe/nasal aspirator, a.k.a. the “nose suckey,” like a mad woman, as evidenced by Fiala’s squirming when she sights it, and by the sad little red marks at the base of her nostrils. 😦 Still, in spite of my best attempts to keep her as free of gunk as possible, I just couldn’t keep her cleared out, because by Monday night, she had a raging 103°+ fever, and was in absolute pain with each little cough… AND, she started to not eat. After she rejected eating for almost 12 hours, I thought it was time to call the doc. Yup, she has a bad ear infection, the second of her short life. This is likely why she wouldn’t eat; the pressure of sucking hurt her. She’s now on antibiotics, amoxycillin. It pains me — and her — to squirt 7ml of that sticky, sickly pink liquid into her mouth twice a day. But, even after the first dose, she had improved to dramatically that I no longer had to medicate her for a high fever. She’s still running a low-grade fever, and is still very congested. But, last night, she slept for five hours, which is the best she’s done in nearly a week.
Ethan, my 11yo, also woke up late last night with a fever, 102.3°. 😦 I gave him Motrin, and this morning, gave him some grapeseed extract in some juice. He did a bit of school, and went to bed.
This is on top of Audrey being sick for the last nearly-week, Wesley having two rounds of diarrhea, and Martin fighting extreme mouth/throat sores, and general illness for at least the last two weeks.
It’s just not right.
I grew up in a hyper-Pentecostal church — the kind where if you didn’t dance during worship, or speak loudly in tongues, or prophesy with loquacity, then, by golly, you just weren’t a real Christian. It was also a name-it-and-claim-it faith kind of church, and the sort where it was taught that pretty much any bad thing, ever, came from a demon, and that bad thing just needed to be “bound” in the name of Jesus, and if the bad thing stuck around, well, you just didn’t have enough faith, or weren’t Godly enough, or something, because that demon was still there.
Much of my adult years have been spent separating the wheat from the chaff of my childhood… religious edcuation. Like, is dancing bad? No, of course not. But does one HAVE to dance during worship? No, of course not. And, is talking in tongues bad? No; it can be highly beneficial. But, is it the mark of true Christianity?? I don’t believe so.
And so on.
For each area of Christian beliefs that, from my perspective, had a pendulum that swung too far to one side, I have been trying to find the balance, the right place, the right perspective, the right attitude about. (That sentence doesn’t have great grammatical structure, but I hope you understand.)
We have been so entirely ill this whole winter, and now into spring, in spite of everything healthy and proactive that I have done, I am now starting to believe that our family is truly under some spiritual — demonic — attack.
Martin, myself, and even our two oldest sons, are all involved in leadership at church. Martin, as the worship pastor, is in an especially visible role of ministry and leadership. I have long seen that the enemy just wants to take down Christian leaders… I have often seen the worst things happen to the best people. I’m not suggesting that my family is “best people,” but we are certainly in leadership, and our continual go-’rounds with illness just seems, to me, highly suspicious.
We pray over our children, both in general, and over them for specific problems. We lay our hands on them and pray with the authority given to us by Jesus. But… I’m thinking we need to call in the troops, and maybe have our whole family receive some ministry.
Still, God is good. He is SO SO SO good. I had an amazingly fantastic GOD experience at kinship last night, about which I will blog later, if I get a chance.
Prayer is highly appreciated.
God will be glorified. Our family will not fall. The Body of Christ will rally ’round and support us. I know those things are true. God is good. He’s faithful. I’m just awaiting that good outcome that He will bring, and trying not to grow weary in the process.
Posted on April 15, 2009, in Babies, Christian Living, Christianity, Family, God/Christianity/Church, Homeschooling, Medical Stuff, Sad Things, The Dear Hubby, The Kids, Vineyard Phoenix. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.