Delirious with Fever

--an incident when I was in 4th-5th grade:

I'd been outside playing, & stopped to come inside and lie down on the bed, so my head must've really hurt, 'cuz that never happened before. When my Dad first came into the room, I'd been pressing the pillow to my face-head and moaned it hurt--I think I was given medicine then. By the time he came in the next time, my fever had shot up, and I was delirious, groaning, tears streaming down my face, banging my head up & down on the pillow. Daddy took my hand, sat down by the bed, and said, "SHHH. Stop that." Out of habit to obey, I remember I stopped crying and banging my head on the pillow. "Close your eyes. Now go to sleep." Again, out of habit, I closed my eyes, fell asleep. I don't know how long it took. I just know Daddy sat there and held my hand until I did. And when I woke, the fever was gone so completely, I was outside running around playing again.

"For I the Lord thy God will hold thy right hand, saying unto thee, fear not; I will help thee." (Isa. 41:13)

As part of the program for Daddy's Birthday Banquet years ago, we all sang "Happy Birthday" to ourselves, to each other, Daddy saying we all should be GLAD we were born. We have a loving Heavenly Father Who not only "borned" us but longs to give us abundant life, Who wants to see us happy, Who lays on blessings thick for our enjoyment (being Christian hedonists), Who "holds our hand"and stays by our side when we are helpless and hurting. What a God!