You might not want to come over...

My girls and I have caught a sloppy, sneezy, achy winter cold. The vaporizer is misting and the asthma nebulizer is humming. I'm downing hot coffee and ibuprofen. My five senses are dropping off one by one--I can't hear because my ears are plugged, and we can't smell or taste much. Our house is just one big petri dish of germs.

It's probably best that Rob has an office to run to this week! It seemed somewhat of a miracle that he actually walked through the door last night, willing to face the hacking and sneezing and piles of Kleenex all over. If anything lets me see Jesus in my husband, it's being sick.

Rob did the dishes, took out the trash, picked up every toy, bathed the little guy and tucked him in. I woke up to blissfully clear countertops and floors. The trash cans are empty so there's room to throw away the thousands of tissues we're using today.

Best yet, he didn't seem to notice how not beautiful I was last night. He didn't mention the lack of makeup, the baggy eyes, or the bedhead hair. He let me get close enough for a few hugs. I wasn't kicked out of bed to go sleep with a coughing, sneezing daughter--he even let me put my icy feet on his to stay warm.

Jesus said, "It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners." (Mark 2:17) Just like Rob didn't run away from the girls and me in all our germy ickiness, but he drew close to care for us and show his love, Jesus doesn't turn away from us in our sin. Instead, he's drawn to the ones who need him the most. He is fully aware of the germs of rebellion and stubbornness in our hearts. He came into this world to be close to us--to be one of us--and bring us total healing.

Be well!