Last week, I took my kids to get their flu shot.

Here’s a peek into my household: My daughter has been dreading this since her flu shot LAST year.  Almost every month over the past year, she would bring up how she didn’t want to get a shot. “Why do I have to get it?” “It hurts so bad!” “I hate getting shots!”– Insert your own commentary from a typical 7 year old here– Every month when she would bring it up, I would tell her that it was several months away and she didn’t need to worry about it.  The conversation always ended with both of my kids reminding me to book their appointment early so that they could get the flu mist before it ran out.

Fast forward to this fall.  Like every good mom, I completely forgot about booking their appointment early, and I found myself scrambling to get them in for their shot.  I booked the appointment several weeks out so that I could get an afternoon slot, and when I asked, they (of course) told me that they had run out of the mist.  They only had shots available.

I didn’t say anything about it to my kids.  I came home from work a bit early and told them to put on their socks and shoes so we could go.  They kept asking me where we were going, and I finally told them that we were going to the doctor’s office for the flu shot.  When they questioned me about the mist, I confessed that they were getting the shot instead.

My 7 year old daughter started bawling, climbed underneath my kitchen table and held on to the middle pedestal.  She sat under there crying, knowing that if I pulled her out, I would be dragging the entire table with me.

We finally got in the car.  She cried for a good portion of the drive until I threatened her.  I told them that we would get a treat (either a Target run or a dessert run) once we were done, but she had to stop crying.  My son just sat in silence for the entire drive.

We got to the doctor’s office, and we were ushered in right away to one of the exam rooms.  My daughter was still crying when the nurse brought in 2 syringes for their shots.  The sweet nurse took one look at her and said “Would you prefer the mist instead?”

Yes, please??

I responded with “I was told that you guys were out!” She said “No, we have just a few left.” She turned around and came back with 2 nasal sprays in her hand.

On the way home, I randomly questioned my kids- “Hey guys, did you guys pray that you would get the mist instead?” I was really surprised to hear both of them answer yes.  My son said that he specifically prayed for the mist while my daughter said that she just prayed that it wouldn’t hurt.  This was an answered prayer for both of them.

I have been praying that God would reveal Himself to my kids in ways that they could handle.  This was a very concrete way that God showed up for them. This was a very small nugget that grew their faith.

I pray that as you pray, your mustard seed sized faith would grow.  I pray that that the mountain that seemed impossible now has a clear way over it.  I pray that God will reveal Himself in a way that you can see– and build your faith as well.

~Shiney