Every detail

Yesterday was the day of the kids' big birthday bash! They were very excited and had been anxiously awaiting this day for weeks. We've had to postpone it a couple times due to various circumstances and I was glad that it was finally going to happen! But for some reason, a couple days before the party I started getting nervous that something was going to come up and we'd have to cancel. I really didn't want that to happen since everything was ordered and planned, everyone could come, and it was going to be a nice sunny day. We also had planned to go to the 4th of July parade in the morning and the kids were looking forward to that as well. Sure enough, the night before the party in the middle of the night, Zach wakes up with a fever. It was a low grade fever but of course we'd have to cancel if he wasn't feeling well. We gave him some tylenol and hoped for the best. Early in the morning, he was still feeling a bit warm and weak. We had him continue to rest as Chris and I discussed how to go about canceling the party. Besides obviously being worried about Zach, I was very disappointed and frustrated that again the party was not to be. I knew that it wasn't that big of a deal but it was just annoying how we had to keep postponing. I just wanted it to be done! All the planning and cleaning and organizing, I just wanted to stop thinking about it! And most of all, I knew the kids would be disappointed to have to wait AGAIN. Finally, I realized I just needed to give it over to God and trust that it would all work out- whenever the party was. I had to get over my idea that everything didn't have to be perfect, that the kids would be happy whatever we did. I just wanted it to be perfect for them and up until that night before, it looked like it was going to work out that way. Well, I knew I had to let it go, and I prayed that God would just touch Zachary and make him well. I hadn't yet told him that we weren't going to have the party and I was not looking forward to doing that, but what can you do? Well, literally one minute later, I went to check on Zach and as I walked into his room, he was running out, and saying "Hi Mom!" in his normal cheery voice! Just an hour before, he was saying he was too weak to sit up! As I stood shocked, he bounded downstairs to greet the rest of the family, talking a mile a minute about going to the parade and the day ahead. After I went downstairs, I felt his head and he was no longer warm! He was acting perfectly fine. We waited a few more hours to make sure he was okay and then decided to go ahead with the day! I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. God had done a miracle and allowed us to continue our plans. I knew in my heart He did this to bless us and because I gave it up to Him and allowed Him to work it out. He cares about even the small things in our lives, every detail. I just wanted him to take care of my little boy and make him well and He did even more than that. He renewed my faith. Every day it is amazing how God shows his love for us. He is just waiting for us to ask for His blessing that He is so willing to give.