Psalm 91:1 He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.
So the morning light brings a new day with a virus making its way through the family members. I bundle the smaller people on the couch under the blankets watching some morning tv of PBS. They like that. I've spoken to two lady friends now, and cried a little. It is nice to reach out and find other compassionate ladies who understand the worries that threaten a mom's peace. It doesn't consume me, but it's nice to know I'm not alone here on the mountain.
So I'm settling down, made another pot of homemade chicken soup, fighting sickness with prayer and attention to the people that need it.
And grape juice on the rocks is a great treat when one is under the weather. Apparently :)