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This Friday I found out that I was spoiled and I didn’t even know it.
I got a call from Becky that Hudson was sick on Friday… we ended up at the clinic (found out he had stomach flu)… and then ended up at the hospital for the night (to make sure he didn’t get dehydrated)… we thought we’d be out by noon on Saturday but didn’t get home till 7:30 that night… once home we thought we were out of the woods with Hudson… but he got sick the second we left the house on Sunday morning (so we turned the car right back around and went home)… He got sick early Monday morning but has since appeared to be out of the woods.
We had so many plans for this weekend. We were going to hang with friends from college Friday night, attend the Augie parade Saturday morning with different friends, and then hit the road to see Becky’s family for the remainder of the weekend/Monday up in Fargo… we were excited to get away for a bit… and then all our/my plans changed with a phone call Friday saying that Hudson was sick.
We were in the hospital for just over 24 hours with dehydration and you’d swear we’d been in there for 7 months with a son diagnosed with cancer by my attitude…If Hudson wouldn’t have gotten sick we would have followed through with our weekend as planned… enjoying our time… but not thinking once our about health… then Hudson began to vomit (it’s not longer “puke”… I think I’m supposed to call it “vomit” now that I’m a parent)… and that’s when I began to complain… and complain some more… not all verbally… mainly in my heart…
“How long is the flu going to last? Are we ever going to get out of this hospital room? I can’t believe we’re doing this… We were planning on having so much fun… It looks so nice outside.” And I consider myself one of the most positive people I know (almost to a fault). Yeah, I maybe said a prayer here and there asking for God to help Hudson out… but too be honest… not a whole lot (and yup I’m a pastor).
Each night, Hudson and I pray before I lay him down for the night… and I end up saying “thank you” quite often in those prayers for different things… but I’m not sure that I had ever really truly been thankful… overjoyed by my good health… or by Hudson’s health (except other than the day he was born)… If I have been or said “thank you” for good health… I know it’s been a couple of months at least.
I had taken it all for granted… each day… another day… one more day… for granted… for myself… and for Hudson… I had forgotten to say “Thank You”… I was a child who expected everything without saying "thank you" for anything… and when I did say something…the only words that came from my mouth were complaining when the good health was taken away… I was spoiled… spoiled rotten… and I didn’t even know it.
Lord. I’ve forgotten to say “thank you”… I forgotten to recognize where my health and Hudson’s health come from… we are fully… and absolutely dependent on you for everything… everything Lord… my health, another day… my life. I first wanna say that I’m sorry for not acknowledging you for anything… I’m so spoiled… you’ve given me and my family good health and then you gave me some more… I also just wanna to… and need to… say thank you…for so many things…health, life, the beautiful weather, my family… Becky, Hudson, my house, not having any problems physical whatsoever… the list goes on and on… but mostly I think I need to say thank you… simply for you and who you are… someday my health will leave me… Why? Because there’s more after this life right… when that time comes… I will find that you are still here… all other things will come and go… but will you remain… thank you for that… thank you for spoiling me rotten… not only by the things that you’ve given me… but by the fact that you give me yourself… each and every day. Thank you Father, Son, and Holy Spirit… thank you. Amen.
I got a call from Becky that Hudson was sick on Friday… we ended up at the clinic (found out he had stomach flu)… and then ended up at the hospital for the night (to make sure he didn’t get dehydrated)… we thought we’d be out by noon on Saturday but didn’t get home till 7:30 that night… once home we thought we were out of the woods with Hudson… but he got sick the second we left the house on Sunday morning (so we turned the car right back around and went home)… He got sick early Monday morning but has since appeared to be out of the woods.
We had so many plans for this weekend. We were going to hang with friends from college Friday night, attend the Augie parade Saturday morning with different friends, and then hit the road to see Becky’s family for the remainder of the weekend/Monday up in Fargo… we were excited to get away for a bit… and then all our/my plans changed with a phone call Friday saying that Hudson was sick.
We were in the hospital for just over 24 hours with dehydration and you’d swear we’d been in there for 7 months with a son diagnosed with cancer by my attitude…If Hudson wouldn’t have gotten sick we would have followed through with our weekend as planned… enjoying our time… but not thinking once our about health… then Hudson began to vomit (it’s not longer “puke”… I think I’m supposed to call it “vomit” now that I’m a parent)… and that’s when I began to complain… and complain some more… not all verbally… mainly in my heart…
“How long is the flu going to last? Are we ever going to get out of this hospital room? I can’t believe we’re doing this… We were planning on having so much fun… It looks so nice outside.” And I consider myself one of the most positive people I know (almost to a fault). Yeah, I maybe said a prayer here and there asking for God to help Hudson out… but too be honest… not a whole lot (and yup I’m a pastor).
Each night, Hudson and I pray before I lay him down for the night… and I end up saying “thank you” quite often in those prayers for different things… but I’m not sure that I had ever really truly been thankful… overjoyed by my good health… or by Hudson’s health (except other than the day he was born)… If I have been or said “thank you” for good health… I know it’s been a couple of months at least.
I had taken it all for granted… each day… another day… one more day… for granted… for myself… and for Hudson… I had forgotten to say “Thank You”… I was a child who expected everything without saying "thank you" for anything… and when I did say something…the only words that came from my mouth were complaining when the good health was taken away… I was spoiled… spoiled rotten… and I didn’t even know it.
Lord. I’ve forgotten to say “thank you”… I forgotten to recognize where my health and Hudson’s health come from… we are fully… and absolutely dependent on you for everything… everything Lord… my health, another day… my life. I first wanna say that I’m sorry for not acknowledging you for anything… I’m so spoiled… you’ve given me and my family good health and then you gave me some more… I also just wanna to… and need to… say thank you…for so many things…health, life, the beautiful weather, my family… Becky, Hudson, my house, not having any problems physical whatsoever… the list goes on and on… but mostly I think I need to say thank you… simply for you and who you are… someday my health will leave me… Why? Because there’s more after this life right… when that time comes… I will find that you are still here… all other things will come and go… but will you remain… thank you for that… thank you for spoiling me rotten… not only by the things that you’ve given me… but by the fact that you give me yourself… each and every day. Thank you Father, Son, and Holy Spirit… thank you. Amen.
#1 On October 15, 2007, Nancy wrote:
Your message reminded me of the countless times I worried about my dad’s health. (Adam’s grandfather). He was a heart patient for over 20 years. It wasn’t until he died in 2000 that the realization came that it was so much more important to me that I knew he was saved and headed for heaven. My own salvation became more important as well. While our earthly health is important and often taken for granted, our eternal health is often overlooked and forgotten. When my dad died, there was never a question of eternity for him. What a gift to me! I want that same assurance for my own children …. so there is never a question when my earthly health fails me… that my eternal health is secure. Thank you Jesus!