Two days ago my morning started as usual. I began rushing around doing what I do to get the kids off to school only to find that my four-year old, Seth, had a fever of 102. Good thing for me, I work from home. My day wouldn’t change too much except for a few extra cuddles. Sick babies always cuddle more. I so look forward to Tuesday mornings because I get to spend a couple of hours with some fabulous ladies. We meet at my home, eat a little, gab a lot and study us a little Philippians. While my baby slept peacefully in my bed, one of the topics we discussed was clearly the theme of the book: Joy. We shared our worst fear and if we thought we could have joy should that fear come to pass. I shared that my worst fear would be to lose one of my boys. Many agreed and said they shared a similar fear. After our time together came to an end, I took Seth to see the doctor. I didn’t expect it to be anything since the little champ told me that nothing else hurt. Sure enough, it was as I assumed. Viral. And you know what that means. Wait, rest and medicate to keep the fever down. Literally three seconds after the doctor finished examining him, Seth threw his arms back and went into a seizure. “Something’s happening! Something’s happening!” I said. The doctor calmly turned around and began to hold Seth gently and just talk me through it. I stood there and stared as my baby’s body did things that I wasn’t prepared so see. Once the seizure ended, I began to cry. And those tears, they didn’t stop for a couple of hours. This momma’s heart was torn apart. But my baby is fine now. He slept quite a bit after we got home but was his jovial self several hours later. And I couldn’t have been more relieved. There is one thing of which I am certain after experiencing this with Seth. I must release the grip I have on my children so that the color can make it’s way back into my knuckles. And for the life in me, I have no idea how to do it. However, I’m pretty sure it involves praying and releasing and trusting. I guess I’ll start there.