Another random study session

Grant became ill Thursday after school with a fever of 101.8. He said his head hurt, his nose was stopped up, and that he felt nauseated. By 6:30 p.m., he was asleep on the couch (that NEVER happens) just snoring away, so I tucked him into his bed thinking he would be out like a light all night. Silly me! What was I thinking? This is Grant we're talking about: The Kid Who Never Goes by the Book. As luck would not have it, Grant, for whatever odd reason, was WIDE AWAKE and happy as a lark from 2:45 - 5:00 a.m. Guess who got to party with the child? Yip - you guessed it... me. I mean, the kid wasn't just awake/alert in the middle of the night; he was actually telling me stories, he was laughing at those stories (I was not), he was telling me about a kid in his class that got in trouble and what the teacher said along with other random conversations that I don't much remember because I'm not exactly "alert" between 2:45 - 5:00 a.m. Moving on - he found his 1000 Facts On The Human Body book (one of his favorites), thumbed to the page that talks about the heart, and asked me to read - yet again - about the heart. Because I am so nice and was not in the mood for a struggle in the middle of the night, and I also had no clue as to what he was doing since he has never done this before (perhaps it had to do with the illness that seemed to have suddenly been cured), I agreed to his request. This also meant that we had to discuss the diagram that went along with it. So there I am, in the middle of the night, I need to use the restroom, I don't have my contacts in so I can't see easily and am having to squint, and I am lying in bed with Grant pointing out the right ventricle, the left ventricle, the septum, the mitral valve, tricuspid valve, pulmonary veins/arteries (should these be capitalized??)and tracing the flow of the oxygenated blood's travel, all the while wishing I could just GO BACK TO MY WARM BED and trying to keep my annoyed state under wraps, when Grant asked the most precious question that made it all worthwhile. He leaned in closer to the diagram and seemed to be making some very important observations when he asked in the sweetest voice you've ever heard while pointing at the diagram, "Can you show me where Jesus lives in my heart?" Since God and I were the only ones that were around to hear the question, I am pretty sure that He and I had a good laugh together in the middle of the night.

Sleep commenced again at 5:15 a.m. Thank you, Lord, for sleeping children!

He was diagnosed with strep throat later that morning. Thank you, Lord, for antibiotics!

Rhett started throwing up tonight. Okay, Lord; I'm ready for a break now.