Super Dad

The other night I was awakened by my daughter at 1:00 am.  However, it wasn’t the daughter that was supposed to wake me up.  My newborn slept soundly, it was my three year old that was active. 

I was alerted to her presence as I felt a small body rolling into mine in our bed.  Upon being alerted to her presence, I promptly told her that she could not sleep here.  Her complaint was that it was hot in her bed.  As I picked her up I noticed that her bed wasn’t the problem, she was going to be hot wherever she was.  She clearly had a fever.  As I walked across the hall carrying her to her room, I heard a strange sound. 

The sound of up being chucked. 

I quickly rushed her to the bathroom, flipped on the light, and held her hair as all of dinner made a repeat appearance.  When everything was taken care of, and I realized that none of the vile stuff had landed on her, splattered on the hall carpet, gotten stuck in her hair, or (most importantly) ended up in my bed, I was relieved.  In fact, relieved doesn’t really describe it. 

I felt like SuperDad. 

I had handled myself with grace under fire and we had come out victorious.  My daughter felt much better, and was drifting off to dream land while I knew it was my quick work that had saved us from sheer catastrophe. 

We all have moments where life puts us to the test.  No matter what stage of life we are in, things can get pretty difficult and we can be on the brink of certain disaster.  In those moments when everything is upside-down and uncertain, it can be hard to see what God is doing.  But when the dust settles, we have these moments of triumph, knowing that God has given us the strength to do whatever was required of us. 

Even if it was hard.

Even if it didn’t turn out quite like we planned.

And that makes us feel pretty super.