My decision was to let Little An sing. After all, she also woke up with a fever yesterday and insisted on going to dance class. She came out of class in high spirits and her fever had subsided.
I regretted the decision when I saw her watery eyes and apparent lack of energy. She burst into tears in front of the congregation and the conductor announced that it was her first time singing in the choir to lighten the mood. I guess everyone thought she had stage fright although she had performed with utmost confidence at various concerts. I should not have subjected her to such an experience.
Finally, Little An managed to sing the song that she had practised after some coaxing. A kind soul who knew about An's illness praised Little An for her determination to sing despite not feeling well. Her nine-year-old cousin encouraged her by telling her she did a good job. Another friend who probably knew Little An's spunky nature asked if Little An was fine with concern. After church, sweet J offered to feed his sister when he saw how fatigued she was. I thank God for these kind people, but I have learnt my lesson. Rest is important when one is ill and there are plenty of opportunities to sing in the choir.
May the Lord grant me wisdom to care for my children and to make the best decisions with and for them.
|If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you. James 1:5|