When My Mommy Was Sick

One day my mom got sick after we had come home from a walk. She was leaning over the couch while she was talking on the phone, and she was on her knees like she was praying. Then she got off the phone and ran to her room.

I ran after her and said, “Mom, Mom! What’s the matter?”

“I am not feeling well,” my mom said.

Soon she began breathing very, very, very hard, like she had run a race. She went into the bathroom and started throwing up. I knocked on the door and said, “Mom, Mom! Are you okay?” But she didn’t answer. I was worried that she was dead.

I ran into my room and lay on my bed, and prayed very earnestly. “O God, please don’t let Mommy die!” Then I thought how big God was, that He could do anything. “Please put Your hand over my mom and protect her,” I prayed. “And please help me not to be scared.”

And God did take care of my mommy, because the Bible says, “The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want…. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me…. my cup runneth over…. I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”* (Psalm 23)

It seemed like it was a very long time that my mom was sick. At first she could not sleep, because she was breathing too hard to lie on her back. So Daddy and I sang songs to her. We prayed for her very, very earnestly. And Daddy was afraid that she would die. But God did not let her die. After five days she was not dead. She looked a bit better, but not very much. She was weak and she could not eat or drink very much.

When Mommy was able to walk, Daddy shouted, “Look! Mommy can walk by herself again! She is much better!”

“I am not better yet, for sure,” said Mommy. “But I am feeling a bit better.”

And the next day she was well. She could walk by herself. She could cook by herself. But not for very long, because she was still weak.

When she was all well, I felt very happy that she did not die. God answered my prayer!

—By AutumnGrace, age 7