Eliza Jane’s Total Weekend Hijacking

Last Saturday night I caught a glimpse of a really sweet necklace on Instagram and literally just before midnight I placed an order for it, just in time to catch the end of their flash sale!.

I got my new pendant necklace Wednesday and planned to wear it on Friday with my black dress.

All morning Friday I kept pondering how to share my new necklace on Instagram – what would I say about it? Then as I was plotting it out, it happened.

Eliza Jane’s teacher called me and said she had a fever.  Her temp was 101 and we needed to come get her.

My necklace was appropriate.

“Tune my heart to sing thy grace”.

Our weekend plans were crumbling as I drove the short distance from my office to daycare to get my sweet daughter.

I opened the door to her classroom and she was lying on the floor, cup in hand, just whining.  Her teacher said that’s all she had done since they had come inside from playing on the playground.

I knew exactly what was wrong with her.  You see, earlier in the week I’d heard that a virus had been making its way around the school, and here was my sweet Eliza Jane, it’s latest victim.  I picked her up and held her, her small body on fire.  Her temp was certainly 101.

Sad and discouraged about knowing what this meant for our long weekend, the plans we’d made to go back to Georgia to see my parents, that was all coming to an end.

Another weekend at home.  Another weekend stuck, unable to go out because our kid is sick {last weekend R had croup}.  I felt my heart sinking.

Tune my heart to sing THY grace, Lord.

Knowing the Lord is sovereign, I accepted the fate, that for some reason, He has us here.

Our weekend has been officially hijacked.  This isn’t the first time we’ve been hijacked by a kid.  Reynolds hijacked us all the time, it seemed, when he was younger {this post, this post and this post are proof!}.  Eliza Jane has been more gracious to us, except this weekend.

As she sleeps soundly in her bed I am praying for her health and healing and that Reynolds {and the rest of us} will be spared.

I’m also praying for a heart to sing His praise, when I truly just feel sad.  I really wanted to go home.  I wanted to see my parents.  Reynolds was so excited to see Grammy and PopPop.  We actually haven’t even told him that we’re not going – thinking that if we just don’t say it, he will somehow forget that we aren’t supposed to be here.

I sent my mom a text to confirm that we weren’t coming.  Her reply indicated that she felt like that was the best thing for Eliza Jane and us.  I know she’s right, but I didn’t want it to be this way.

Tune my heart.  Sing thy grace.

Call for songs of loudest praise.  I’m going to go listen to Hillsong for a bit.

God is good all the time.  He sets the moon and stars in their courses.  He tells the waves when to rise and when to fall.  He is sovereign over all.

 

I hope you all have a lovely 4th of July weekend – and that none of you get hijacked of your plans!