I cradled her close.
She was exhausted, half-asleep but compromised by a persistent cough.
Our family of 5 was sharing a single hotel room. We all needed our rest.
So, I did what any parent would do that loves their sick child (and wants the others to stay asleep).
I cradled her close,
lay down on her mattress,
rubbed some menthol on her chest,
and cuddled her close.
As she coughed and moved restlessly, I just held her closer.
And I prayed.
There has to be some special faith in an exhausted parent's prayer.
And as I remember that act, I think of God.
How He must love to cuddle us close when we are sick;
the soul kind, the heart kind, the body kind.
Giving what He has to offer, which is out of HIs abundance,
as opposed to my limited "whatever-kid-medicine-I-packed" supply.
And God, well, He never tires.
He holds us fully aware, not half-asleep and desperate for rest.
I gave that early morning out of the best I could, which wasn't much.
God does too...He gives out of His best too.
But it's always more than enough.
So, I'm thankful for coughs at 1am in small hotel rooms.
You just never know what might let you glimpse straight into the heart of our Father.