Let me tell you about our recent trip to Ohio.
On Friday morning at 3 a.m., the driver of a Journey Tour bus started making its rounds picking up four families including our little tribe in preparation for the seven-hour trip to Danville, Ohio, where we planned to attend a wedding of one of my husband Daniel’s cousins. Since we do not own or drive vehicles, it seemed like a wiser choice to go with a bus where all 18 of us would fit rather than hiring two drivers with vans. Of course, I was delighted, traveling by bus sounded much easier with five “car seat” age children. The children were all excited about the adventure ahead. For the most part, the trip went well. We even stopped at a Cabela’s store in Columbus, Ohio.
It almost seemed like a full-time job to keep everyone comfortable and the babies fed and happy. I kept telling myself that this trip wasn’t for my pleasure, but to care for my family. We were all delighted to arrive safely in Danville where we received warm welcomes from Daniel’s parents and siblings. Prior to our arrival, they had prepared the basement for us to sleep in, which I was thankful for. I knew our little ones would be quite likely to wake other sleeping family members if we’d be on the same floor.
The first night was a bit rough with Jesse not feeling well and waking time and again. Elijah was in and out all night as well. “Just how much do little ones have a sense of not being at home in a familiar setting?” I wondered. The next morning everyone planned to go to the wedding held in my father-in-law’s shop. Jesse had enough of a cough and cold that we decided we’d better wait another hour and go a bit later. Thankfully, as the day progressed, he was doing better. We had a nice day with family and friends, visiting with folks we rarely see.
By bed time, things weren’t looking the greatest. Jesse was constantly waking up, coughing and crying. By then, I was feeling my lack of sleep from the incomplete night before and the night of traveling before that. Sometime after midnight Daniel informed me that his stomach wasn’t well. Ugh. Surely we woudln’t all get that stomach flu that had been going around! Once more I cried out to God, the only one who could really take care of us.
With Daniel being on the blink, I knew I could not depend on him to take a turn with Jesse as he usually would. As baby kept crying, I became more worn out by the minute. My sister-in-law’s words kept coming to my mind, “If you need help during the night, just let me know.” I wasn’t too sure about it; I knew I would have to take Jesse with me upstairs in order to ask Mary to come. I was worried he’d get his strong voice going and wake others in the process. There was no way of leaving Jesse with Daniel; he was feeling too ill. I wearily climbed the two flights of steps and softly knocked on her bedroom door. Mary was as kind as could be; as always, she was ready to do all she could. As she settled on the rocker with Jesse he threw up for the second time that night.
When I finally settled down to sleep, Daniel urgently informed me that he needed a container to throw up into, so I quickly came to his aid! After a while I was able to get a few hours of sleep before it was time to get up again. By then, my stomach was churning. “Oh no, I have to stay healthy to care for my family,” I thought. I prayed fervently that if it was God’s will I wouldn’t have to get sick, or at least not until Daniel was better. It was no option for us to go to church, even though we really did want to do so.
Bless my dear in-laws’ hearts. They really did an outstanding job, doing all they could for us and providing us with various types of home remedies. May God bless them for it!
Perhaps for this week’s recipe I’ll share the Yoder family favorite oven-baked omelet recipe.
Deluxe oven-baked omelette
6 eggs, beaten
1 1/2 cup milk
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon prepared mustard
3 slices bread (cubed)
1/4 cup chopped onions
1 cup shredded cheese, divided
1/2 pound sausage, browned
Beat all ingredients together and pour into a 9-inch by 9-inch pan. Bake at 350 for 35 minutes; sprinkle with an additional 1/2 cup of cheese.
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