Equipping the Willing

So, my sweet 3-year-old just puked his guts up.  11 hours before our big MOPS (Mothers of PreSchoolers) Tea Party in the morning.

You know, I kinda went into auto-pilot.  I mean, I've done this before, right? Strip the boy, strip the bed, bathe the boy, remake the bed, clean up the remaining 'stuff.'  That's just what we do, right?

And now that I'm sitting here, I am thinking, "How in the world did I just do that?"

I am a 'joiner.'  For those not familiar with that term, it is a polite way of saying that if I smell puke, hear someone puke, see puke, or even think about puke, I also want to puke.  I get physically ill around puke.

So, in this blessed phase of motherhood, where sick bugs are around every corner, and I have three adorable breeders living under my roof (besides the adult-size breeders), how have I managed to basically turn into June Cleaver any time my kids throw up?  Seriously, tomorrow, my house will be a flurry of homemade soup making, disinfecting, and nursing.  How is this possible?

My only answer: God doesn't call the able, He equips the willing.  Even if it just means turning a 'joiner' into June Cleaver, if only for a sick day.