down for the count

Thursday Piper Finn got sick.  In her bunk bed.  In the middle of the night.  Which is never good. Hair.  Bedsheets.  Eagle.  All altered.  The sound of bath water running at two a.m. has never been a welcomed sound.

Friday morning Riley had all four of her wisdom teeth removed.  She came home looking swollen and feeling dazed and in pain.

Friday afternoon I started sharing Piper’s illness.

It was a long weekend.  (Understatement intended.)

Kevin was stellar.  I was unendingly grateful for his care and provision the past several days.  This ship would have undoubtedly sunk without the careful navigating of Kevin as captain this weekend.

I also realized that I need some genuine pajamas of some sort.  Or sweatpants.   Or something.  Apparently I don’t really have lounging-around-the-house-for-several-days kind of clothes.

And.

I was also struck by the realization that I attach perhaps too much importance to productivity in my own life.

My value and my sense of worth seems to be directly related to how much I think I am accomplishing.  For two days (almost three) I pretty much was a drain on our household, as opposed to a help.  I saw things that needed to be done, but I couldn’t do them.   I realized what kids needed, but I couldn’t deliver it.  I was pretty useless.  And I didn’t like it.

I think I needed to be reminded that God does not measure my worth in terms of what I can give or how much I can produce.

He says that I am enough because I exist.

He made me.

And that makes me enough.

I want my kids to know that.

Because you can’t do enough or make enough or produce enough to make you count.

It isn’t what you do.  It isn’t what you can offer.  It’s just who you are.

A son of God.  A daughter of the king.

And that should always be enough.