When Eli gets hot I can see his little chicken pox scars on his face. They don’t make me sad though. Instead each time I see them (and around this time of year they stand out more and more often) I am so grateful and amazed at God’s goodness. Most of you know and remember how when he was about 6 months old he was hospitalized for 8 days because of complications with a bad case of chicken pox.
We almost lost him. There was no “reason” he should have survived. Only God’s grace. I am so grateful for God’s grace. Eli is a gift and God’s grace is a gift. I am glad that when we are at the park or he is getting out of a warm bath and I see those little scars…. they make me pause and appreciate God’s grace and goodness.
When Eli is big and away from me I so hope that I will have grown to the point where I don’t need such visual reminders but right now in my immaturity I love that the Lord left those scars to remind me. I pray that I can teach Eli to look at those little circles for what they are to me…the fingerprints of God’s touch on His life.