Modern Medicine and conviction

Nearly two weeks ago, we had all three (that's right), three children ill. Sweet G with pneumonia, Crazy Adventurous C with Strep Throat and Little L with a yucky, high fever virus. It's been some time since I have felt so overwhelmed and needed by so many littles all at once. As hubs and I loaded up the children to head to the Pediatrician (I wasn't about to take on that visit on my own), my mind went straight to Africa. Hubs and I have never known what it is like to not be able to call on a medical professional when our children are sick. I felt blessed in that moment and also sad. My heart ached for mothers thousands of miles away that can only hold their children and watch them fall ill with little to no help or hope. My heart ached for the children that are in pain and for those whose pain will end in death before I even get to the doctor. My mind cannot comprehend that feeling; thank God. Later that evening, hubby and I were discussing the "hard" day and all the diagnosis. I shared my earlier thoughts. His response sent a pain in my heart and a conviction I hadn't expected. He questioned why both of us hadn't immediately stopped to pray as we realized all three children needed medical care. Why was it we first leaned on our own doing and modern medicine? Ouch! Well, the simple answer is we don't have to. Right? The Lord has blessed us with modern medicine at almost our doorstep and because of this we have been conditioned to immediately pick up the phone when necessary and pray later...you know...once we need to ask for the strength to carry on as the care taker :-) Although I don't necessarily want to thank God for all three of our children being ill at the same time, I do thank Him for the reminder that in ALL we do we should come to Him first.

"Look to the Lord and His strength; seek His face always." Psalm 105:4